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I. 

M ORNING in the tropics. To those who have witnessed this daily 
miracle of nature, no other words can equal these to bring before 
the mind a vision of radiant freshness and splendor, of everything 
most entrancing on sea and land, of skies of ineffable azure, of a wide 
glory of brilliant sunshine, of glittering waves bathing the base of 
heights crowned with feathery palms, and of distant dream-like moun- 
tains wreathed in mists of fairy softness and beauty. This is morning 
among those “summer isles of Eden” which we call the West Indies; 
and pre-eminently so in that pearl of them all, the most beautiful 
and the most unfortunate, which Columbus named Hispailola, — newer, 
younger, fairer Spain. 

It was on such a morning that the Clyde steamer which makes the 
circuit of the island before reaching its most famous eastward port 
entered the broad mouth of the Ozama River and steamed up to the 
ancient city of Santo Domingo. There is not in the New World a more 
striking picture than the approach by sea to this historic spot. The 
first object which the incoming traveller sees is the great tower or castle 
known as the Homenaje , — the oldest in all America, and one of the 
finest specimens extant of the architecture of its time, — which occupies 
a commanding position at the mouth of the river, crowning a high cliff 
of coralline rock, wave-worn and cavernous. Sweeping away from 
this fortress, to enclose the once famous and important city, are walls 
mediaeval and massive as itself, their battlemented length broken here 
and there by sentry-boxes and fortalezas, from which the soldiers of 
Spain looked forth over sea and land in centuries gone by. And then, 
as the ship moves steadily onward, up the broad shining current, the 
entire city of Santo Domingo comes into view, covering the heights 

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724 


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within these walls with its great old Spanish buildings and immense 
masses of ruins, interspersed with modern houses of wood painted in 
gaudy tints of green, blue, yellow, and red, which, contrasting with 
the gray massiveness of ancient churches, and with plumy clusters of 
palms waving everywhere, produce an effect picturesque and tropical 
beyond description. 

But, as the ship draws in to her wharf, an object immediately in the 
foreground of the picture dominates all others, at once by its magni- 
tude and by its associations. This is the ruined palace of Diego Co- 
lumbus, a grand pile of gray stone, now roofless and falling to decay, 
but attesting even in its ruin the magnificence which once aroused the 
jealousy of the King of Spain. Standing on a high hill just within 
the walls, it overlooks both city and harbor, and must have been an 
imposing object indeed when the great World-Disco verer’s ambitious 
son held splendid state within, and even much later, before ruthless 
decay and barbarous spoliation had reduced it to its present condition. 
The encompassing wall is only breast-high on the height, but drops 
down, sheer and perfect as when its mighty stones were laid, at least 
fifty feet to the level space of land below between the base of the hill 
and the river, where it is pierced a little farther along by a gate- way, 
through which all the traffic of the city still flows, as in the days when 
the Viceroy of the Indies went in and out with glittering train of steel- 
clad followers. 

Leaning upon the top of this wall in various attitudes of indolence 
on the morning in question were several figures, occupied in watching 
the approach of the ship as she drew in to the shore. Three or four 
negro women with sleeves rolled high on their glistening arms, as 
if they had just turned from unseen wash-tubs, several men who 
smoked as they lazily reclined upon their elbows, and some children in 
scanty raiment, made up the fringe of vari-colored humanity which 
lounged in front of the once stately palace that stood in yawning ruin 
behind them, — an epitome of the past and present of Santo Domingo. 
Apart from these groups, yet also looking over the wall down at the 
incoming ship, were two figures so strikingly different as to arrest 
attention at once, — a tall, slender man, dressed in light clothes and 
wearing one of the sun-helmets which are such familiar objects on 
Englishmen and tourists all over the tropics, and a lady of whom little 
could be seen except that she wore a sailor-hat and shielded herself 
from the ardent rays of the sun with a large parasol. 

“ Those must be Mr. and Miss Chesney up yonder,” said a voice, 
speaking unexpectedly very near a man who was watching these various 
sights with somewhat languid interest from the deck of the ship. “ I’d 
know his helmet and her parasol anywhere. Yes,” — after a pause 
of apparently prolonged inspection, — “ there’s no doubt about them. 
Here goes for a signal.” 

He waved his handkerchief, and the next moment the salutation 
received a response. The helmet was lifted and slightly flourished in 
return. 

“ That’s him,” the speaker went on, keeping up a flutter of white 
cambric. “No mistaking him, or her either. She doesn’t condescend 


THE CHASE OF AN HEIRESS. 725 

to take any notice. That’s Miss Chesney, — pretty, but disdainful as 
the devil !” 

At this the listener turned around very deliberately and looked at 
the speaker. 

He found him to be, as he imagined, a man whom he had observed 
during the few days he had been on the ship as a very self-asserting, 
self-important person, toward whom he had conceived one of those 
dormant dislikes which only require opportunity to become active. 
They had not exchanged a word, but this feeling of latent dislike had 
been mutual. " An underbred cad !” one had thought contemptuously 
of the other, as he listened to his voice in loud boastfulness at the table 
and on deck. " An arrogant puppy — confound his superciliousness!” 
the other had remarked to himself as he passed the long figure stretched 
out in a steamer-chair, reading and smoking, and betraying only by a 
glance of his eyes the superciliousness of which he was accused. 

There could be no doubt, however, that there was in those eyes at 
the present moment something besides superciliousness, — a light, in fact, 
of angry astonishment and indignation. The speaker met them full 
with a gaze of insolent indifference, while he went on talking to his 
companion, a commercial traveller : 

" Know them ? Oh, very well. We came out together from New 
York on the last steamer. I stopped at Puerto Plata, and they came 
on here. Old gentleman has a fad for antiquities, and wanted to see 
the oldest city in America.” 

" If by antiquities you mean ruins, there’s a large assortment here 
to amuse him,” remarked the commercial traveller, gazing at some of 
them as he spoke. "That yonder is the house of Columbus. What 
Columbus? Oh, the Columbus, I suppose, — didn’t know there was 
any other, — but you can’t prove it by me. Your friends must have 
taken lodgings up there with the niggers and the donkeys, to be on 
hand so early in the morning.” 

" Came to meet the steamer, no doubt,” said the other, complacently. 
" I mentioned when we parted that I would probably be on the next 
ship. If they don’t come down, I must go and speak to them.” 

" Well, I’d like to see myself climbing that hill to speak to any- 
body before I had breakfast,” said the commercial gentleman, with 
energy. " You must be in love with the lady, however disdainful she 
may be.” 

"We saw a great deal of each other coming out,” was the reply, in 
that tone of fatuous conceit so common with a certain class of men 
whenever a woman is concerned. " And it wouldn’t be civil to pass 
without speaking. No woman likes that sort of thing.” 

At this point the listener walked away. If he had remained a 
moment longer he felt that he might possibly push the speaker head- 
foremost over the vessel’s side, which was a method of expressing dis- 
gust more forcible than desirable. In spite of himself, however, his 
very air in moving away expressed this disgust, and the other man 
looked after him with anything save a friendly glance. 

"Now what the devil has he to do with it?” he remarked, irrele- 
vantly, as it appeared to his companion. 


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“ What has who to do with it?” the latter inquired. 

“ Why, that fellow Lorimer — isn’t that his name ? Did you see 
the look he gave me a moment ago ? What are the Chesneys to him, 
that he should resent my talking about them ?” 

“Oh, — Lorimer!” The commercial traveller glanced after the 
figure moving away, and shrugged his shoulders. “ Perhaps he has 
come out here after them. Nobody knows what his business is. Per- 
haps” — with a laugh — “ it’s him they have come down to meet.” 

This suggestion was evidently not agreeable to the travelling com- 
panion of the Chesneys. “ Nonsense !” he said, hastily. “ That can’t 
be. It’s not likely they know him at all. I heard them say they 
didn’t know anybody on the island. And he comes from Monte- 
Cristi, you know.” 

“ You come from Puerto Plata, too, but you don’t belong there any 
more than he belongs at Monte-Cristi. You’ve only to look at him to 
see that.” 

“ I don’t care to look at him,” said the other, emphatically. “ Wher- 
ever he comes from, he is made up of equal parts of arrogance and 
impudence. I’d like a good opportunity to punch his head. His very 
manner as he walks past one is offensive.” 

“ He is stand-offish,” the commercial traveller admitted ; “ but 
when I meet men like that — and naturally I meet all sorts, travelling 
as much as I do — why, I just leave them alone. They don’t offend 
me a particle by their unsociableness. I don’t want to associate with 
any man who doesn’t care to associate with me.” 

“ D — n association !” rejoined his incensed companion. “ I wouldn’t 
associate with him if there was nobody else on board. But what right 
has he to resent my talking about the Chesneys?” 

Lorimer, meanwhile, walking away, said to himself that, since he 
could not knock the fellow down, he would not remain in his neigh- 
borhood to be irritated by his taking upon his lips a name which he 
should not have been allowed to mention, which only some chance 
association of travel could ever have made it possible for him to men- 
tion as an acquaintance. The words he had been forced to hear still 
rang in his ears, stirring impotent wrath : “ Pretty, but disdainful as 
the devil”— “We saw a great deal of each other coming out” — “No 
woman likes that sort of thing.” And it was Katherine Chesney, 
proud, fastidious, and disdainful indeed toward presumption and vul- 
garity, of whom this presumptuous, vulgar cad ventured to speak in 
such terms ! His anger took the form of irritation even against her. 
How was it possible she had suffered the fellow to know her ? he asked, 
forgetting how difficult it is to avoid such acquaintance on board ship, 
when the number of passengers is small and association almost com- 
pulsory, without downright rudeness. 

But, as he walked to the other end of the deck and again looked 
up at the hill on which stood the old palace, as he saw the figure lean- 
ing in the angle of the wall and fancied that even at this distance he 
could detect the grace and distinction which pervaded it, and which no 
other woman in the world, at least to his eyes, possessed in such degree, 
a thrill passed over him. It was Katherine Chesney herself, — and so 


THE CHASE OF AN HEIRESS. 


727 


near! What wonderful, unexpected gift of fortune was this! He 
had, indeed, sufficient knowledge of the movements of herself and her 
father to have been aware that they had gone to the West Indies for 
the winter, but no faintest hope of encountering them in this remote 
spot had been in his mind as he came upon his own voyage. He 
would have fancied them perhaps in Cuba, Jamaica, Martinique, but 
never in beautiful, historic, world-forgotten Santo Domingo. And yet 
a little reflection told him that it was just because it was beautiful, 
historic, and world-forgotten that they were likely to care more for it 
than for any of the more ordinary haunts of tourists. The father a 
lover of antiquities, the daughter of all things unusual, picturesque, 
and poetical, it was certain that no spot in the New World would be 
so attractive, so interesting to them as this, the fair but desolate cradle 
of its greatness. 

And since they were here, since it was certain that they were yonder 
in his sight, was he, an old friend of years, to be deterred from going 
at once to greet them because an insolent stranger whom he would like 
to kick had spoken of them with presumptuous familiarity? Such, 
indeed, had been his first impulse, but he speedily recognized its folly. 
No sooner, therefore, was the ship made fast and the ladder let down 
her side, than, without a thought of breakfast, baggage, or custom- 
house, he hastened ashore and made his way past the modern iron 
warehouses erected along the wharf, through insistent coachmen and 
over a dusty road, to the ancient gate with its ponderous arch. Pass- 
ing under this, he paused and looked around for some avenue by which 
he could reach the summit of the hill, that now lay immediately on his 
right. But the approach seemed completely closed by a row of houses, 
hardly more than huts, which were huddled closely along the side of 
the street directly within the gate. They were chiefly drinking-shops 
of the lowest order, for the accommodation (and temptation) of sailors, 
and over their roofs could be seen the height crowned by its great 
sombre mass of ruins. But there seemed no passage through them, 
and while Lorimer hesitated, wondering if he had Spanish enough to 
make himself understood in asking direction, a door in a crazy wooden 
erection joining the great city wall swung open, and a boy came leap- 
ing out. There was an instant’s glimpse of a path within leading 
upward, which made Lorimer eagerly advance. 

“ Puedo entrarf” he asked, in his imperfect Spanish. “ Quiero — 
what the deuce is ‘ go up/ I wonder ! — quiero ver la casa grande.” 

u La casa de Colon f — si, senor” the boy answered, pushing open 
the door again and motioning him to enter. 

He passed through, and found himself climbing the hill by a flight 
of ancient, broken steps leading upward along the side of the wall. 
Impossible not to think how many feet of men in armor had clanked 
up and down this ascent from the water-gate, — soldiers and sailors, 
companions and followers of the great leaders who had made the world 
ring with their mailed tread ; nay, the very leaders themselves had all, 
no doubt, mounted and descended along this way. 

Gaining at length the summit on which the palace stands, he paused 
an instant. Nothing could be more melancholy than the picture of 


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ruin and desolation before him ; but at the moment the shades of great 
men and the memory of great deeds faded, as he saw, still leaning on 
the wall, and now alone, a figure he knew well, and turning toward 
him a face he would have climbed a far steeper path to behold. 


II. 

Of Miss Chesney’s amazement, when she recognized the man who 
advanced toward her, there was no room to doubt. 

“ Mr. Lorimer !” she exclaimed, as if she could hardly believe the 
evidence of her eyes. “ Is it possible this is you ?” 

“ As possible as that this is you,” he replied, laughing a little as 
they shook hands. “ I was never more surprised than to recognize 
you up here. I have just come in on the ship below there.” 

“ And you recognized me at that distance? What wonderful sight 
you must have !” 

“ Well — ah — I heard a passenger mention your name. But I am 
sure I should have recognized you if it had not been mentioned. And 
yet there is no one I could have less expected to meet.” 

“ I can echo the remark. There is certainly no one I could less 
have expected to meet than yourself. Santo Domingo seems very far 
removed from your orbit.” 

“ Why farther than from your own ?” 

“Oh, because papa and I, being inveterate globe-trotters, and 
having visited every place of known interest in the world, are now 
devoting our attention to seeking out those which are unknown. 
Hence you find us here.” 

“You are to be congratulated on having discovered what you are 
in search of. Santo Domingo is so far forgotten as a place of interest 
that I don’t suppose it has a visit from a tourist pure and simple once 
in ten years.” 

“ Are not you a tourist pure and simple ?” 

“ By no means. I will not be rude enough to say, pas si bUe . It 
is enough to state that I am here on business.” 

“ Business !” in a tone which seemed to indicate both surprise and 
incredulity. “ What is it? — sugar, or logwood ?” 

“ Neither. My business is — well, we will call it legal. Perhaps 
you are not aware that I have an uncle who is a lawyer.” 

“ I was not aware of it, and I fail to see the connection. I have 
an uncle who is a bishop, but it does not follow that I am here on 
ecclesiastical affairs.” 

“ There is the difference that your uncle has probably nothing to 
do with your coming here, while my uncle had everything to do with 
my coming. I am looking for a lost heir.” 

“ A lost what ?” 

“ Heir, — person who has inherited, or is destined to inherit, prop- 
erty, you know.” 


THE CHASE OF AN HEIRESS. 729 

“ Thanks, yes. I understand the meaning of the word. But what 
has this heir inherited, and why is he lost?” 

“ It’s rather a long story ” 

“So much the better. To meet an acquaintance and find him pro- 
vided with a long story is wonderful luck — in Santo Domingo. Having 
been here ten days, I can assure you of that. But we must defer the 
story for the present, since here comes papa, who started to go down to 
the ship just before you came up. Whom has he with him ? It can’t 
be possible that we are going to meet two acquaintances in one morn- 
ing?” 

Whom had he with him ? Lorimer knew even before he turned. 
Yes, there was his obnoxious fellow-passenger coming around the ruin 
with Mr. Chesney, — for it seemed there was a different mode of ap- 
proach from that by which he had ascended, — talking with great ani- 
mation, and taking off his hat, the moment he caught sight of Miss 
Chesney, with an air of offensive delight. 

“That’s a man who, like myself, has just come in on the steamer,” 
Lorimer replied. “ He’s the person I heard mention your name. We 
picked him up at Puerto Plata.” 

From the tone of this last statement, it might have been supposed 
that the person in question was some kind of an undesirable derelict. 

“ Puerto Plata ? Oh, I remember him now,” said Miss Chesney, 
as her father approached. 

“My dear,” he said, “you have not forgotten our fellow-traveller 
on the voyage out, whom we left at Puerto Plata, — Mr. Stanford ?” 

“ Not at all,” replied Miss Chesney, with a degree of graciousness 
which Lorimer felt to be in excess of what was necessary, as she held 
out a slender, gloved hand. “I remember him very well. You 
stopped at Puerto Plata on business, and thought you might have to 
go into the interior,” she went on, addressing that gentleman, and 
adding these details as if to refresh her own recollection. “ You dis- 
liked the prospect of the journey, I remember. Did you, after all, 
have to go to — what was the name of the place?” 

“Santiago,” replied Mr. Stanford. “Yes, I went, but was fortu- 
nately able to return to Puerto Plata in time to catch the next steamer, 
by which I arrived here this morning. I had, of course, in view the 
pleasure of our meeting again,” he went on, “ but it was an unexpected 
gratification that my first view of Santo Domingo included a sight of 
you — and of Mr. Chesney,” he added, a little lamely. 

“ We had not much idea of gratifying anyone’s sight but our own, 
when we decided to walk here this morning to see the ship come in,” 
observed Miss Chesney, with a smiling glance at her father, who had 
meanwhile been shaking hands very cordially with Lorimer and ex- 
pressing his surprise at seeing him. 

“I was just on my way to the ship to see if I couldn’t get some 
late newspapers from the officers, when I met Mr. Stanford,” he said, 
“ and by his request turned back with him. How on earth did you get 
here ?” 

“ On the island, or on the hill ?” asked Lorimer. 

“Well, both. You are the last man I should have expected to see 


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on the island, and you must have scaled the wall to reach the hill so 
soon from the deck of the ship.” 

“ I came up by an ancient, broken stair, straight from the gate,” 
Lorimer explained. “So much for the hill. As for the island, why 
may not I be supposed to possess an interest in historical antiquities, as 
well as any other man ?” 

“ As a matter of fact, very few men do possess such an interest,” 
replied Mr. Chesney, “ and from my knowledge of you I — ah — should 
not have imagined ” 

“That I had antiquarian tastes? I am sorry to acknowledge that 
you are quite right. But I intend to cultivate them ; and this seems a 
very good place to begin.” 

“ On the contrary, a very bad place,” said Mr. Chesney, severely. 
“ There is no intelligent interest whatever displayed in the extremely 
valuable antiquities which exist here, nor even a decent care in pre- 
serving them. Look, now, at this ruin What are you saying, 

Katherine ?” 

“I was just remarking, papa, that perhaps these gentlemen, since 
they have been travelling companions only for a short time, may not 
know each other : Mr. Lorimer, Mr. Stanford.” 

Both lifted their hats — but did not shake hands — with the air of 
men forced into reluctant civility. Had they been dogs they would, 
instead, have stiffened their tails and growled in their throats. But 
dogs have some advantages over men in the matter of the frank ex- 
pression of their feelings. 

“ I suppose you are both going up into the city to look for quarters,” 
said Mr. Chesney, “ in which case you must not allow us to detain you, 
or all the best rooms — if there are any best — at Felipe’s will have been 
taken by the passengers whom the steamer has landed.” 

“ The friend with whom I parted when I met you has promised to 
engage a room for me, so I am quite at ease on the subject,” replied 
Mr. Stanford, with an air of superiority. “ Accommodation here, I 
am told, is very poor, but it does not matter much to me, for I may go 
into the country almost immediately.” 

“How adventurous you are!” said Miss Chesney. “We should 
like of all things to go into the country, but we are informed that it is 
practically impossible, that travel in the interior of the island is out of 
the question, owing to the fact that there are no roads. A French 
gentleman, who had just made a journey across the country on horse- 
back, said to me the other day, 6 1 assure you, mademoiselle, there were 
times when I positively wept from the hardships I had to endure.’ 
One must confess that was not very encouraging.” 

“ It is a great disappointment to me,” observed Mr. Chesney, “ for 
I had certainly expected, in coming here, to see something besides 
the coast of the island ; but everybody says the same thing. ‘ Im- 
possible to go into the interior — impossible to take a lady on such a 
trip — no roads, no places of accommodation/ — absolute barbarism, in 
fact.” 

“ Listen to papa talking about ( impossible to take a lady/ — that’s 
me, you know,” said Miss Chesney aside to Lorimer, — “ when he knows 


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that I never mind roughing, that I am dying to go, and that it is really 
he who will not face the discomforts involved in such a trip.” 

“ With my recent journey to Santiago strongly in my memory,” 
Stanford remarked, “ I cannot but advise you not to think of making 
such an attempt. The roads — well, it’s impossible to speak adequately 
of the roads, or rather the trails that do duty for roads. I’ve no doubt 
there were better in the days of Columbus. And to hear the reasons 
the people give for this condition. ‘ Can’t keep up roads here ; the 
torrents of the rainy season wash them away.’ As if there were not 
rainy seasons in Jamaica, and . Porto Rico, and many other islands 
where there are magnificent roads, not to speak of the other end of 
this island, where the French made such fine highways that they have 
survived the total neglect and rainy seasons of a century.” 

“Very absurd indeed,” said Mr. Chesney; “but any excuse is 
better than none, you know, any excuse is better than admitting frankly 
that the island has reverted to a state of practical barbarism. Not 
strange, of course, when one considers its history ; but sad, very sad, 
in view of its great natural resources, its wonderful beauty and de- 
lightful climate.” 

“ I don’t know when I have seen a place which charmed me so 
much,” said Miss Chesney, looking with an appreciative glance at the 
scene which lay around them and taking it in, as it were, in its entirety, 
from the palm-groves on the opposite side of the river to the fortress 
at its mouth, and the city lying within the ancient walls by which they 
stood. “ Everything most interesting, everything most romantic in the 
wonderful romance of the finding of the New World seems to centre 
here. It is the only place in America where historical associations 
overpower one. Do you know,” addressing Lorimer, “ that the figure 
of every one of the great Spanish ‘ world-openers,’ as some one finely 
calls them, meets one here ? From Columbus himself, there is not one 
missing, — Cortes, Pizarro, Nunez de Balboa, De Soto, Ponce de Leon, 
all have stood where we are standing now, all have sailed out of this 
harbor below us to discover Mexico, Peru, the Pacific, the Mississippi.” 

“I did not know it,” replied Lorimer, frankly. “ The fact is, I 
know very little about Santo Domingo, except that Columbus dis- 
covered it, and founded the first settlement in the New World here. 
As for the other picturesque gentlemen of whom you speak, I certainly 
was not aware of their connection with the place.” 

“ You are not much more ignorant than numbers of other people,” 
said Miss Chesney, indulgently. “It is astonishing how little even 
fairly educated people know of such things. And yet what can be 
better worth knowing of any place than the historical associations 
which link it with the past?” 

“It strikes me,” said Mr. Stanford, with the air of one who intends 
to be humorous, “that its present capabilities of affording comfort 
are much better worth knowing. These historical associations are 
very romantic, but they don’t make up for lack of the necessities of 
civilization.” 

“I dare say not,” said Miss Chesney, regarding him calmly. 
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ruins. — Don’t you think, by the bye, papa, that we have been long 
enough on the present hill of ruins? We are certainly detaining these 
gentlemen from looking after such possibilities of bodily comfort as 
Santo Domingo affords.” 

“ Not at all, I assure you,” said Stanford, while Lorimer remained 
speechless with indignation at being thus bracketed. “ Bodily comforts 
are quite secondary in importance to the pleasure of meeting you. But 
perhaps it may be better to go down before all the carriages leave the 
wharf : so I will bid you good-morning. Hope to see you very soon 
again.” 

“That,” said Miss Chesney, as she watched the dapper figure 
hastening down the path by which Lorimer had ascended, — the latter 
having been unable to refuse a request to point it out, — “ is a hope 
which I cannot reciprocate. I find Mr. Stanford a very objection- 
able person, one who is inclined to presume very much on slight 
acquaintance.” 

“ I have been wondering,” Lorimer could not refrain from saying, 
“ how you ever chanced to allow him even the slight acquaintance.” 

“ I really forget how it came about,” she said, indifferently. “ On 
the outward voyage one was on speaking terms, so to say, with all the 
passengers. I do not remember much about this man ; but he certainly 
presumes in taking the tone of an old friend.” 

“ He means no harm,” said Mr. Chesney, tolerantly. “ Men of his 
stamp know no better. He probably thinks that we are old friends.” 

“And you classed me with him in your speech of a moment ago!” 
said Lorimer, addressing Miss Chesney in a tone of injury. “ What 
had I done to deserve that? Have I, too, presumed in taking the 
tone of an old friend ?” 

“ Nonsense !” she replied, laughing. “ I could not suggest that he 
should go — and that was what I meant — without apparently including 
you. Besides, it was true. You have your bodily comforts to look 
after also. Is any friend bespeaking a room for you at Felipe’s ?” 

“ Assuredly not. I have no friend, and never heard of Felipe’s.” 

“ In that case I am afraid your prospects of a lodging are very 
poor indeed. — Papa, what do you say ? Had we not better take this 
friendless wanderer to breakfast with us? — and then you can assist 
him afterwards in finding a room.” 

“Of course,” said Mr. Chesney. “I was about to propose that. 
— Come along, Lorimer. We’ll take no denial.” 


III. 

There was not the faintest danger of a denial. Lorimer was 
abjectly glad of the invitation to accompany these friends whom he 
had so unexpectedly — he still thought so wonderfully — encountered. 
Mr. Chesney was, indeed, about to temper his sense of his exceeding 
good fortune by detaining him long enough to reconstruct for his benefit 
the Casa cle Colon , had not Miss Chesney interfered. 


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733 


“No, no, papa,” she said. “You can give him those details 
another time. I am sure he must be more interested just now in 
breakfast than in the palace of Diego Columbus. I confess that I 
am, for an orange and a cup of coffee have not very great sustaining 
power.” 

“ I am afraid you have no genuine antiquarian enthusiasm, Kath- 
erine,” said her father, shaking his head. “ All you consider is the 
mere poetical association of things ” 

“There is nothing very poetical, but rather extremely practical, 
about breakfast, papa.” 

“ I was not alluding to breakfast,” said Mr. Chesney, a little 
offended. 

He walked on as he spoke, holding his tall, slender figure very 
erect. He had been in his youth a handsome man, and was still fine- 
looking and what is termed “aristocratic” in appearance, with his 
clear-cut features and generally well-preserved, well-groomed air. He 
had transmitted his clear-cut features and well-set-up figure to his 
daughter, who in process of inheriting these physical traits had seemed 
to improve and add even more distinction to them. At least it would 
be difficult to find a more distinguished-looking girl than Katherine 
Chesney, although many more regularly beautiful might readily be 
found, while, apart from her striking face or the stately grace of her 
bearing, there was about her a charm of character, force, individuality, 
which made her a person impossible to overlook and difficult to forget. 

Lorimer had reason to be sure on the last point, since he had been 
engaged for a year in an attempt, which he flattered himself was very 
resolute, to forget her, and he had now the pleasing satisfaction of dis- 
covering that his efforts had been altogether unsuccessful. It needed 
but one look into her luminous gray eyes, one smile of her lips, to con- 
vince him of this, while as she now walked by his side, lithe, erect, 
incomparably graceful, he was conscious of an elation of spirit which 
nothing in the situation or his immediate prospects warranted. 

They were taking their way across the space of waste, weed-over- 
grown ground which lies between the wall and the ancient palace. At 
the back of the last some negro women — the same who had taken a 
brief interest in the arrival of the ship — were engaged in washing 
clothes, while the head of a donkey looked pensively from the door- 
way of one of the lower rooms, converted into a stable. Passing 
around to the side of the building toward the city, where some frag- 
ments of sculpture still remaining over a great archway showed that 
here had been the grand entrance, they found a row of huts leaning 
against the still massive wall, around the doors of which children of 
various colors and in various degrees of undress were playing, while 
one or two slatternly women and a soldier in dirty white-linen uniform, 
who were talking together, paused to stare at them. 

“ 6 How have the mighty fallen f ” said Lorimer, falling himself 
into the commonplace of quotation, which under certain circumstances 
it is difficult to avoid. “ And how deeply Santo Domingo appears to 
value these relics of antiquity which make evident to all men the his- 
torical associations of which you have spoken !” 


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“ Santo Domingo treats them with the indifference that a barba- 
rian naturally feels toward relics of antiquity,” replied Miss Chesney. 
“ But I think one has seen the same thing in some other parts of the 
world with more claims to civilization than this unhappy island now 
possesses.” 

“ That is quite true,” Lorimer admitted. “ But is the whole of 
Santo Domingo either ruinous or squalid ?” 

“ Certainly not. In the centre of the city are fine old Spanish 
buildings still intact. We lodge in one of them, built of stone, and 
solid as the day it was erected. You see, papa and I are such old trav- 
ellers that we have thoroughly mastered the art of making ourselves 
comfortable, and since life at Felipe’s — the best, in fact one might say 
the only, hotel here — proved altogether unbearable, we rented three 
furnished rooms, engaged a servant, and set up a menage of our own.” 

“Do you think, then, of staying here for any length of time?” 

“ For a few weeks only ; but why should one not make one’s self 
comfortable, if it were only for a few days ?” 

“ I am so far from perceiving any reason why one should not that 
I would like to emulate your energy, only I do not know if I shall 
remain here even for so long a time as a few days.” 

“ Where are you going ?” 

“ That I cannot tell until I am able to learn where the person of 
whom I am in search is to be found.” 

“ Oh, your lost heir ! You must not forget that you are to tell me 
the story. — Papa, what do you think has brought Mr. Lorimer to 
Santo Domingo?” 

“ I really have not considered the subject,” replied Mr. Chesney, 
with dignity. “It never occurs to me to speculate on the private 
affairs of my friends.” 

“ Papa, that is a horrid snub, and quite undeserved by me. Mr. 
Lorimer volunteered the information regarding his business — at least, 
I think you volunteered it,” (addressing Lorimer,) “ but if you did 
not, it doesn’t signify. — He has come on a search for a lost heir.” 

“A lost heir to what?” 

“ Mr. Lorimer will tell us that presently. Now suppose we take a 
carriage.” — They had by this time descended from the hill to the street 
leading from the gate. — “ The sun is too warm for walking, and here 
comes one with a horse in passable condition.” 

The cochero of the carriage in question had already halted, with an 
inviting gesture toward the empty cushions behind him, and when they 
entered upon possession of the same, he drove off at a smart pace up 
the steep street which lay before them. This street, although lined at 
first with insignificant wooden houses of modern erection, presently 
leads into the portion of the city where the ancient buildings spoken 
of by Miss Chesney exist, — stone buildings, dark and time-stained, but 
of massive solidity, their thick walls, immense door-ways, grated win- 
dows, carved balconies, and long water-spouts protruding at the eaves 
like batteries of guns, all recalling towns in Southern Spain, Mexico, 
and Cuba, and belonging in every detail to the Spanish architecture 
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735 


“ Yes, it is all immensely picturesque/’ Miss Chesney agreed, when 
Lorimer expressed himself surprised at the scenes through which they 
rolled. "It is, of course, very like Spain, with bits that remind one 
of Algiers and Tunis ; and there are some delightful old churches here. 
The cathedral is very fine.” 

" Is that a ruin ?” 

“ How exceedingly well informed you are, Mr. Lorimer ! No, it 
is not a ruin. It is a noble church in an excellent state of preserva- 
tion, which contains the ashes of Columbus.” 

" I suppose by that classical expression you mean his body.” 

“ I mean” (with asperity) "just what I say. Of course those ashes 
were once his body.” 

" I was only about to remark that I had seen that, or at least the 
place where it is buried, in Havana, when I was there a few years 
ago.” 

" You saw,” corrected Mr. Chesney, promptly, " the body, or the 
place containing the body, of Diego Columbus, which was taken 
away by the Spaniards, through mistake, for that of his father. The 
true body of Columbus is undoubtedly here, and has always remained 
here. I will take pleasure in going over the proofs for you, if you 
like.” 

"And I will show you his tomb,” said Miss Chesney, as if that 
must be most convincing of all. " Meanwhile, here we are at the 
Plaza, and yonder is the cathedral.” 

Their carriage had turned suddenly out of the somewhat narrow 
street along which they had been driving, into a spacious open square 
lined on three sides by buildings chiefly devoted to government use, 
and on the fourth by the long fortress-like mass of the cathedral, 
marvellously quaint and picturesque. Immediately in front of its 
great door-way, and occupying the centre of the Plaza, an heroic 
bronze statue of Columbus stands on a commanding pedestal, the 
figure, admirably dignified and noble, pointing westward. 

"Fine, isn’t it?” said Miss Chesney. "You have no idea how 
impressive he looks by moonlight. Our rooms are yonder, and from 
the balcony I have a view of the Plaza, the statue, and the cathedral. 
I will take you over and show you the cathedral after breakfast, if you 
like.” 

Lorimer was still declaring that nothing could afford him more 
pleasure than to be introduced by such a guide to the antiquities of the 
cathedral of Santo Domingo, when the carriage abruptly stopped before 
a house on the corner of a street leading into the Plaza. Descending, 
they entered under a heavy archway, so large and dark that it appeared 
almost cavernous, with a glimpse of a flagged court beyond, and, pass- 
ing up a winding stone staircase at one side, emerged on an upper gal- 
lery or corridor running around this court. Here large doors admitted 
to a suite of apartments which occupied the entire front of the house. 
The spacious sitting-room into which Lorimer was introduced looked 
as if heat could never invade it, with its lofty ceiling, its tiled floor, 
and the great thickness of the walls, apparent at the windows, which 
opened on a stone, iron-railed balcony. The furniture was of Vienna 


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bent-wood, and was scanty in every particular save that of chairs. 
Miss Chesney laughed as she pointed to the number of these. 

“ Of course they were arranged in a double row, facing each other, 
straight down the middle of the room,” she said. “ They looked so 
ghostly that I broke up the line at once, and now they look desolate, 
as if they don’t know what to do with themselves, scattered about in 
what they no doubt consider a shockingly disordered and promiscuous 
manner.” 

“I had never imagined before that chairs were endowed with 
sentiments of propriety,” Lorimer remarked, as he obeyed an invitation 
to seat himself, while Miss Chesney, after glancing at a table laid for 
breakfast in the centre of the room, went out and called, “ Antonio !” 
Then came a sound of fluent Spanish conversation, followed by that 
of feet flying rapidly down-stairs, after which the young hostess re- 
entered, announced that breakfast would be served in a few minutes, 
and disappeared behind the chintz portieres which draped the door of 
her chamber. 

By the time she reappeared, her hat laid aside, herself delightfully 
cool and fresh in aspect, Antonio, a slim, mahogany-colored lad, fleet 
as Mercury, had also made his appearance, bearing breakfast. 

It was a pleasant little feast which followed, one of those impromptu 
social occasions which are so much more agreeable than any premedi- 
tated entertainment. The friends who had met so unexpectedly in this 
remote spot had many things in common to talk of, and it was not 
until they had at last risen from table that the subject of Lorimer’s 
business in Santo Domingo was again introduced. 

“ I have not heard that story yet,” said Miss Chesney, in an injured 
tone, as she sat down in one of the great bent-wood chairs beside a 
window and looked reproachfully at Lorimer. 

“ But you shall hear it,” he said, eagerly, only too glad of any 
excuse for prolonging his stay. He drew a chair in front of her, dis- 
regarding Mr. Chesney’s assurance that he might light a cigar, — the 
room was so large, so airy, and “ Katherine did not mind,” — but, 
leaving that gentleman to smoke his own cigar, while he opened a 
newspaper which had fortunately been in his (Lorimer’s) pocket, he 
addressed himself to the gray eyes that regarded him with such smiling 
interest. 

“ I suppose I must begin at the beginning,” he said. “ Did you 
ever hear of old David Ancram? No?” — as Miss Chesney shook 
her head. “ Well, millionaires are so common in these days that 
merely to be rich insures a man no distinction, unless his riches are 
fabulous. Old David’s were not fabulous ; but he was very well off 
indeed, with several millions, and no family to assist him in spending 
them.” 

“ It is dreadful to think of so much money being wasted for lack 
of somebody to spend it,” said Miss Chesney, feelingly. “ Why hadn’t 
he a family ?” 

“ Wife died, had no children, and he never tried the experiment 
again. We may suppose him inconsolable, or we may suppose him 
disgusted ; but he remained satisfied with his investments, his stocks 


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and bonds, until he grew old and infirm, when he summoned a niece 
to take care of him, and presently died ” 

“ Leaving his fortune to her?” 

“ Not at all. Leaving her a trifle of half a million or so, and 
leaving all the rest of his estate to the heirs of his brother, Thomas 
Ancram, to whom, he states in his will, he was indebted for his early 
start and subsequent success in life.” 

“ Gratitude is a very commendable sentiment,” said Miss Chesney. 
“But why should he have waited until he made his will to testify it?” 

“ That is a question which might apply to many will-makers, but 
which, not having been honored with the confidence of the late Mr. 
Ancram, I am not in a position to answer. Suffice it to say, as story- 
tellers observe, that the will stands as I have told you, naturally to 
the great dissatisfaction of the niece ” 

“ Really” (with severity), “ I think she might be satisfied with half 
a million.” 

“ When are people ever satisfied with much when they think they 
should have more? This lady — perhaps I should say young lady, 
since she’s about thirty-five — is not at all satisfied, but has hopes of 
still inheriting the whole fortune if the heirs of Thomas Ancram can- 
not be found.” 

“And therefore you have come on her behalf ” 

“Again, not at all. I have come on behalf of the executors, to 
find, if possible, the lost heir or heirs.” 

“ But what has become of him, or them ? and why should you be 
conducting your search in Santo Domingo?” 

“Because it appears that half a century ago, just when David 
Ancram began to mount the hill of success, Thomas Ancram began to 
descend, and, having met with severe business losses, went to South 
America to retrieve his fortune by going into coffee. Apparently he 
did not succeed, for on his death his son drifted to the West Indies, 
and, varying the family pursuit, went into sugar. He was heard of 
in various islands, and finally lost sight of in Cuba, where he lived 
for some time and married. Diligent inquiry at length elicited the 
fact that he had, on the death of his wife, left Cuba for Santo Domingo. 
Beyond that, no information seemed obtainable : so I was finally re- 
quested by my uncle to come here and find him, if he is alive, or obtain 
proof of his death, if dead.” 

“And what have you accomplished?” 

“I have found that he is dead, — unquestionably dead and buried.” 

“ Oh !” in a disappointed tone. “ Then he will never inherit his 
fortune, and the niece — grasping creature, I am sure — will get it all.” 

“ He will certainly never inherit it, but I am not so sure of the 

niece getting it. He left a daughter ” 

“Ah !” 

“A daughter who must now be grown, and of whom I am at 
present in search.” 

“ Why, this grows romantic !” cried Miss Chesney, with animation. 
“A daughter, ignorant of the great fortune awaiting her, living in 

obscurity, young, beautiful perhaps ” 

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“ Or perhaps not.” 

“Oh, she must be beautiful. I can’t think of entertaining any 
other idea. Then here are you, young ” 

“ Pray don’t fail to say handsome.” 

“ Well, good-looking, at least, interesting ” 

“ A thousand thanks !” 

“ To a girl who has presumedly never before seen any man of 

the world ” 

“How much sharper than a serpent’s tooth is the unkind sar- 
casm of one who has no pity for human vanity !” observed Lorimer, 
feelingly. 

“A gentleman,” pursued Miss Chesney, remorselessly, “whose 
fortune does not equal his merits, but who has now an opportunity to 
appear to the beautiful heiress in the character of deliverer and bene- 
factor, and, winning her heart, — which she will of course surrender 
without difficulty, — win also the millions which encircle her like a 
halo.” 

“ A very pretty romance,” said Lorimer, as she paused. “ It is a 
pity that it is open to one or two objections : for example, that the lady 
in question, instead of being a beautiful girl, may have been married 
long since to some Dominican and be at present the mother of half a 
dozen children, or that the gentleman whose fortune is below his 
merits has no fancy for savages, even though possibly beautiful and 
certainly possessing a halo of millions.” 

“ How shameful to speak of her as a savage ! Why should you 
do so ?” 

He made a contemptuous gesture of his hand. “How could 
any one be brought up and live here, and be anything else, — from our 
point of view ?” 

“ I don’t know what your point of view may be,” returned Miss 
Chesney, “ but from my point of view there is no reason whatever 
for such an opinion. My experience of the world — and I have had 
a great deal, if travel in many lands can give it — is that very de- 
lightful people may sometimes be found in very obscure places. In 
fact, such people, though they may not possess the surface polish 
which intercourse with society gives, are often interesting, cultivated, 
refined ” 

“ Paragons, in short, produced by a judicious course of plain living 
and high thinking,” said Lorimer, with an irreverent smile. “ There 
may be portions of the world where such people exist, but I hardly 
fancy that Santo Domingo is one of them.” 

“ Pray why not ?” 

“ Oh, it is too remote, too world-forgotten, too much given up to 
half-breeds, despotism, and revolution.” 

“None of which causes should make Miss — what is her name? 
Ancram? — a savage. I hope that you will fall desperately in love 
with her, and that she will scorn you — there !” 

“ You overwhelm me with kindness. But now” — rising reluc- 
tantly — “ I really must tear myself away. I have yet to look after 
my luggage, secure some sort of lodging, inquire about my heiress ” 


THE CHASE OF AN HEIRESS. 739 

“ All of those things can wait a little,” said Miss Chesney. “ You 
forget that I promised to show you the cathedral.” 

u I had not forgotten it, but I feared you might be tired. Later, 
perhaps ” 

“ There can be no later for the cathedral. It is inexorably closed for 
the day after the last mass. We have barely time enough to reach there 
before that hour. But fortunately the sacristan knows me, — papa and 
I have been there so much, — and if we can get in, there will be no 
difficulty about getting out. So let us make haste. — Papa, will you go?” 

“ I think not, my dear. I find myself quite tired from our long 
walk. You can explain to Mr. Lorimer all about the tomb of 
Columbus.” 

“ Yes, I think I could stand an examination on the subject. Don’t 
look so reluctant, Mr. Lorimer. It is necessary that your mind should 
be improved, and that you should understand that Santo Domingo 
possesses the true and only body of Christopher Columbus. So come.” 


IV. 

In extenuation of a delay which he afterward found cause to regret, 
Lorimer endeavored to picture himself as reluctantly yielding to temp- 
tation when he accompanied Miss Chesney to the cathedral. But in 
point of fact there was no reluctance whatever in his feeling, as he 
flung all consideration of his heiress overboard without the least hesi- 
tation, and, walking with his companion across the Plaza, entered the 
ancient church. 

He was surprised to find the interior of the edifice so stately and 
magnificent. Nothing that he had seen of the island of Santo Do- 
mingo up to this time — that is, the succession of wooden-built towns 
of the various ports at which the ship he made his voyage upon had 
touched — at all prepared him for this noble church, so vast and massive 
in its outward aspect, so beautiful and imposing within. Entering by 
the great western door- way, a nave of grand proportions stretched 
before them, with glistening marble floor and majestic pillars supporting 
a finely groined roof. The unexpected effect drew an exclamation 
from Lorimer, but his companion placed her finger on her lip and 
pointed to a chapel where a priest was saying mass, while a group of 
worshippers knelt on the pavement before it. 

“ Don’t sustain the character for bad manners in holy places which 
Americans bear in only less degree than the English,” she whispered. 
“ Let us wait until that mass is over. It will not be long, and these 
people are not accustomed to see tourists walking about the church at 
such times.” 

“ By all means,” assented Lorimer, who was not only too well bred 
to have been knowingly guilty of the bad manners in question, but 
who, reverence apart, was not sorry to pause for a few minutes and 
take in the general effect of the noble interior more fully before pro- 
ceeding to examine its details. 


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At intervals along the sides of the nave benches of dark carved 
wood were placed against the massive pillars, and on one of these Miss 
Chesney sat down, her companion following her example. Farther up 
the church, divided from them by the width of the nave and the right 
aisle, was the chapel where mass was in progress. No one noticed 
them, and they remained silent and quiet for several minutes, Lorimer 
engaged in studying the beautiful details of the chapels, when their 
attention was attracted by two figures suddenly appearing in the great 
door-way through which they had entered. A young girl attended by 
an elderly servant, — so much was apparent at a glance. And this 
glance would have no doubt comprised all the notice that either of 
them was likely to bestow, had not something a little singular, or at 
least out of the usual order, taken place. The attendant walked into 
the church without turning her head to right or left, and, instead of 
proceeding toward the chapel where mass was being said, at once knelt 
down within a few feet of the door. The girl paused in the act of 
entering, and, glancing to one side, seemed to hesitate. But this hesi- 
tation was not of long duration. A hand and part of an arm belonging 
to an unseen person (evidently masculine) outside appeared, seized her 
by the wrist, and drew her out of sight. 

Miss Chesney and Lorimer involuntarily glanced at each other. 

“ Are maidens here liable to be waylaid and captured at the church 
doors ?” inquired the latter. “A step farther and she would have 
gained the privilege of sanctuary. It seems to be a case that calls for 
rescue.” 

“ It is a case that calls for the dismissal of that old woman,” replied 
Miss Chesney, looking indignantly at the servant, who as soon as she 
fell upon her knees had become to all appearances altogether absorbed 
in devotion. “ She has been sent with that girl to take care of her, 
and this is how she does it.” 

“ She was very careful not to glance in the direction from which 
that hand appeared,” said Lorimer, smiling. 

“ Nor to turn her head to ascertain whether or not her charge fol- 
lowed her into the church,” added Miss Chesney. “ She is, of course, 
in the pay of the man outside.” 

“ Do you suppose it is an elopement ?” 

“ Only a clandestine meeting, I fancy. Elopement is not easy 
here.” 

“ It is evidently the old romance of a forbidden love-affair.” 

“ Yes, if you think there can be romance in deception and double- 
dealing, which is what such a love-affair generally means.” 

“How deplorably lacking in romantic sympathies you are !” 

“There may be a difference of opinion as to what constitutes ro- 
mance. The sympathy of the world never seems to me so misplaced 
as when it is bestowed upon an affair of the kind. Now those two 
outside yonder are no doubt at this moment violating the trust of 
others and setting all considerations of duty at defiance.” 

“ You don’t know what excuse they may have in parental tyranny.” 

“ I know that in nine cases out of ten the parents are right and 
the so-called lovers wrong, mere selfish young fools. But see, the 


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duenna grows a little uneasy. Did you observe that glance she cast 
behind ?” 

“ She thinks the interview is lasting too long. Shall I stroll out, 
and, by my appearance, startle the lovers into separating ? I am afraid 
some one will see them, and carry the news of their meeting to a 
hard-hearted parent or guardian.” 

“ Your interest would be touching if one did not suspect that its 
root is more in curiosity than in sympathy. Confess that you want to 
see the heroine of this episode more closely.” 

“ And the hero also. I should like to see the form to which that 
impetuous hand belongs.” 

“ Ah, there it is again,” murmured Miss Chesney, who was looking 
at the door. 

Lorimer’s glance quickly followed hers, and there indeed was the 
girl once more in sight, and again on her arm, evidently detaining 
her by a strong grasp, the hand that had drawn her back. There 
seemed for a moment a rapid, almost fierce, interchange of words, — at 
least the manner of the girl was fierce, — then, suddenly tearing herself 
loose from the hand which still strove to detain her, she walked quickly 
into the church and mechanically fell on her knees beside the servant 
who had accompanied her and who now looked around at her appre- 
hensively. 

Nor was she alone in looking. Both Miss Chesney and Lorimer 
stared at the object of their interest, thus brought immediately before 
them. And both had reason to stare, for a lovelier face, or one more 
indicative of ungoverned passion, it would have been difficult to find. 
The complexion, of a fairness quite remarkable for a Dominican woman, 
was just now flushed with color which burned like a vivid flame on each 
cheek ; and this, together with the lips of deepest scarlet and the great 
dark eyes dilated and full of fire, under straight dark knitted brows, 
gave an impression of possibilities of feeling and action hardly less 
startling than the astonishing beauty of the countenance, — picturesque, 
vivid, glowing with color as some rich-hued tropical flower. 

“ By Jove !” Lorimer could not refrain from exclaiming to his com- 
panion, in a tone by no means so discreet as it should have been, 
“ what a beautiful girl ! — and what a furious passion she is in !” 

No sooner had the words left his lips than the girl turned her head 
and shot at him a glance which, if looks could scorch, might have 
annihilated him, so blazing was its indignant fire. 

“ You see,” said Miss Chesney, in a tone more discreet than his 
own, “ that she understands English. I think we had better change 
our places, or I shall have you reduced to a cinder before my eyes. 
What a passion the girl is in !” she added, as they rose and strolled 
away. “ I don’t envy the person who roused it, nor those who have 
to hold such a fiery creature in check.” 

“ She does not look as if she would submit to be held in check 
by any one,” said Lorimer. “ Those lips and those eyes indicate a 
nature so wild, passionate, and headstrong that it would be capable 
of the most desperate defiance. But there is no question of her 
beauty.” 


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“ Not the least/’ agreed Miss Chesney. “ I wonder who she is. 
Few Dominicans are so fair, and fewer still understand English.” 

u And I wonder who is the owner of the hand, and what he did to 
enrage her so deeply. It is a pity that we shall probably never know 
anything further concerning this fragment of a drama which we have 
witnessed.” 

“ There is no ‘ probably’ about it,” replied Miss Chesney, de- 
cidedly. “We shall certainly never know any more about it: how 
could we? But then you can imagine anything you like, and one so 
romantically inclined as yourself will be in no doubt how to end the 
drama.” 

“ What powers of unkind sarcasm you possess ! But, however 
romantically inclined I may be, — which is a new light thrown upon 
my character, — I should be at a loss how to imagine any end to this 
drama. That girl’s passion is of a kind to make or cause tragedy.” 

“ Oh, I don’t think so. It is merely the rage of an undisciplined 
child.” 

“Undisciplined children grown to woman’s estate are often the 
causes of tragedies.” 

“Very true. But we will hope that nothing worse than a burst 
of temper or of tears is impending in this case. And now, if you can 
divert your mind sufficiently from the drama and its heroine, we will 
begin to consider the antiquities which surround us, since the priest 
has now finished his mass.” 

Lorimer signifying that his mind was sufficiently disengaged for 
this purpose, and the congregation beginning to melt away, Miss Ches- 
ney addressed a sacristan who was starting with a huge bunch of keys 
to lock the doors of the church, but who obligingly paused to lead 
them into the capillci mayor (or sanctuary) which by royal cedula of 
the Emperor Charles the Fifth was granted as the burial-place of Co- 
lumbus. Opening a small aperture on the gospel side, he showed, 
first the empty vault from which the Spaniards imagined that they 
had removed the great Admiral’s bones in 1795, and then the (now 
also empty) vault where they were so unexpectedly discovered in 
1887. 

“ I wonder if the last really were his remains,” remarked Lorimer, 
with the pardonable incredulity of ignorance, as he peered into the 
narrow dark space where ashes so illustrious had rested unknown and 
unsuspected for close upon a century. “ It seems almost incredible 
that any mistake could have been possible.” 

“ Not incredible at all,” said Miss Chesney. “ There is nothing 
more credible when you hear the details ; in fact, nothing more certain. 
Papa will tell you all about it, and give you any number of pamphlets 
on the subject to read. But the case lies in a nutshell. It was known 
that the body of Columbus was here, but there was nothing to indicate 
the exact place of burial, except a tradition that it was on the gospel 
side of the altar ” 

“ Excuse my interrupting you, but surely it was strange that there 
should have been no inscription of any kind to mark the grave of a 
man so famous ?” 


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743 


“If you did not interrupt me, Mr. Lorimer, I would anticipate 
your objections. It might be strange, if we did not take into consider- 
ation the terrible history of this island, particularly the ravages of the 
English buccaneers. The pirate Drake, when he sacked Santo Do- 
mingo, — one of his cannon-balls, by the bye, is still embedded in the 
roof of this cathedral, — not only destroyed all records, but desecrated 
everything holy on which he could lay his hands. It was not to be 
supposed that he would spare the graves of the dead : so the arch- 
bishop ordered that the tombs should as far as possible be concealed, 
which no doubt accounts for the fact that there was no inscription, 
sign, or symbol to guide the Spaniards when they made their search 
for the body of Columbus.” 

“ It was rather hard on them to have been so deceived.” 

“ It was nobody’s fault, and I confess there seems to me a poetical 
justice in it. I think one may imagine the spirit of Columbus smiling, 
well pleased, when the bones of his son were borne with great pomp 
to Havana, while his own remained undisturbed where he had desired 
they should rest, in his beloved Hispanola. No, I am glad his tomb 
was hidden, I am glad it is still here. And the Dominicans are glad, 
too. It is said that the people went wild with joy when they learned 
that the ashes were still in their keeping. Come now and see his 
present resting-place.” 

She led the wav over to the opposite side of the church, where in 
the noble chapel of the Adelantado Rodrigo de Bastides, who died 
military governor of Hispanola in 1527, and there lies interred with 
his wife and child, are the finely carved doors of the vault in which 
now rest the earthly remains of the heroic sailor who gave a new world 
to Castile and Leon and himself died a broken-hearted wanderer. 

But the tomb of Columbus is only the first of the attractions of 
this, perhaps the most interesting as it is the most ancient cathedral of 
the New World. The pages of history are turned back four hundred 
years as one paces its spacious aisles and pauses at each historic chapel. 
One would not marvel to meet any figure here, — not Las Casas, the 
passionate friend and defender of the native races, his worn face full 
of fiery zeal and ardor under his monk’s hood, not the lion-hearted 
soldier Ojeda, who sleeps in the ruins of the great Franciscan church 
near by, not Bartholomew Columbus, who gave the city that name 
which the whole island now bears, nor yet the mail-clad conquerors of 
Mexico or Peru, such soldiers of fortune as the world has never seen 
before or since. These and unnumbered others are the figures with 
which fancy fills the great spaces, while the eye is resting on richly 
carved and gilded altars, on paintings by Murillo and Velasquez, and 
on ancient tombs covered with heraldic carving. 

“ And now,” said Miss Chesney at length, u we must not trespass 
longer on the patience of my excellent friend the sacristan, although I 
have no doubt he would courteously wait for us hours if necessary. 
What shall you give him ? Oh, a peseta, if you like.” 

From the fervor of the sacristan’s “ Muchas gracias , senor ,” and 
the lowness of his bow as he ushered them out of the door, which he 
immediately locked behind them, it is to be supposed that something 


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larger than the peseta recommended found its way into his palm, but, 
whatever it was, Lorimer felt as if his benediction might accompany it 
to one who even indirectly had aided in giving him the pleasure of the 
last hour. Leaving the tempered light of the cool church and stepping 
into the brilliant tropical sunshine and tropical heat outside proved, 
however, a salutary measure toward bringing his mind back from the 
contemplation of the past to the business of the present. With a 
murmured apology he glanced at his watch, and was astonished to find 
how much of the day was gone. 

“ I am afraid I have detained you too long,” said Miss Chesney, 
catching his surprised exclamation. “ You must excuse me.” 

“ Excuse you ! Why, I owe you a thousand thanks for a most 
delightful morning,” he replied, with most evident sincerity. “I 
don’t know when I have enjoyed anything so much. But I must now 
go and begin inquiring about my heiress.” 

“ Where are you going to make your inquiries?” 

“ My first step will be to seek a man who, I am told, can give me 
the information I desire. I was assured at Monte-Cristi, where I 
stopped, the last news of Ancram having come from there, that, 
Ancram himself being dead, the best person to give me news of his 
daughter was a German merchant here in Santo Domingo, named 
Herresdorf.” 

“ Did Ancram die at Monte-Cristi ?” 

“ No : he died at Santiago, in the interior ; but I did not think it 
necessary to go there, since I met a man who was with him when he 
died, and who promised to obtain all the certificates for me.” 

They were walking slowly across the Plaza as he said this, and 
when he finished, Miss Chesney suddenly stood still. 

“ Santiago !” she repeated. “ Isn’t that where Mr. Stanford said 
he had been ?” 

“ Yes, I think he did say so. Why ?” 

“ Because a thought has struck me. What is his business here, do 
you know?” 

“ I haven’t the least idea. I had never spoken to the man before 
you introduced us.” 

“ And, now I remember, nobody else knew — on the ship, I mean. 
Mr. Lorimer, I am sure that man has come out here to look for the 
Ancram heir also.” 

“ Oh, that’s impossible ; he couldn’t, you know. Who would send 
him ? I’m the only agent the executors have sent.” 

“ Mightn’t the niece have sent him?” 

“ Why should she send him ? It is most distinctly not to her 
interest to look up the heir.” 

“N-o — but However” (walking on briskly), “all this is 

mere speculation. Go and see your German merchant, and please 
remember that I shall be much interested in hearing the result of 
your inquiries. I think if I were in your place I would go to him at 
once.” 

“ I am going at once. Don’t be afraid” (with a laugh) : “ I have 
no intention of inflicting myself upon you any longer.” 


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“ I should not allow you to do so” (very coolly), “ but you may 
come to dinner at six o’clock this evening, if you like, and be sure to 
bring me some news of the heiress. Now here is my way, and there 
is yours. Hasta luego .” 


V. 

It was about an hour after he had parted from Miss Chesney that 
Lorimer found himself before the house to which he had been directed 
as that of Mr. Herresdorf. It also was one of the old Spanish build- 
ings, and when he passed through a lofty and massive door-way and 
turned to the right he found himself in what was apparently a count- 
ing-house, but which, owing to its thick walls and grated windows, 
was so dark to eyes fresh from outer sunshine that he could for a 
moment distinguish little beside the figures of two or three men seated 
at desks. One of them, a slender, good-looking young fellow, rose 
and came to meet him. 

“ Buenos dias , senor ,” said Lorimer, hesitatingly. “ Senor Herres- 
dorf, estd en casa f” 

“ You wish to see Senor Herresdorf?” asked the young man, in 
good English, though with a foreign accent. — “ Father,” he turned 
around as he spoke, “ here is a gentleman asking for you.” 

There was a sound very like a grunt, but probably a German 
ejaculation, from a remote part of the room, and the next moment 
an elderly man of rotund figure, wearing spectacles, and of unmis- 
takably Teutonic appearance, came forward. 

“ Good-day, sir,” he said, also in excellent English. “ You wish 
to see me ?” 

“ Yes,” Lorimer answered. “ I am the bearer of a letter for you 
from Mr. Neidermeyer of Monte-Cristi.” And he offered the letter 
as he spoke. 

Mr. Herresdorf ejaculated, “So!” received, opened, read it, and 
glanced curiously at the bearer. Then, saying, with more politeness, 
“ Come this way, if you please,” he led him back to the end of the 
room whence he had emerged, gave him a chair beside the desk from 
which he had arisen, and seated himself directly before him. 

“ I learn from this letter,” he then said, “ that you desire informa- 
tion concerning the daughter of Carlos Ancram.” 

“ That is why I am here,” Lorimer replied. “ I came to the island 
to look for Charles Ancram himself, and, stopping in Monte-Cristi, 
where he was last heard of, I learned that he had died in Santiago 
several years ago,” — Mr. Herresdorf nodded, — “ that his widow had 
married again,” — Mr. Herresdorf again nodded, — “and that she had, 
with her second husband, gone to Santo Domingo City, taking the 
daughter of Ancram with her.” 

“ Who is not her daughter, you understand,” said Mr. Herresdorf. 

“ Who is not her daughter, I have understood,” replied Lorimer, 
“ but only a step-daughter whom she has retained in her charge.” 


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Mr. Herresdorf nodded yet again. “ A kind act on her part,” he 
observed, “for the girl has not a penny of her own.” 

“Good actions are sometimes rewarded very un expectedly,” said 
Lorimer. “ The girl, if she is indeed the child of Charles Ancram, — 
which fact, I presume, is susceptible of proof, — will soon possess more 
pennies of her own than she will know what to do with.” 

“So!” The spectacled eyes beamed upon him with a strong ac- 
cession of interest. “She has inherited something?” 

“ A fortune of several million dollars.” 

“ Gott im Himmel !” exclaimed the German, relapsing in his aston- 
ishment into his native tongue. “ You are sure of this ?” 

“ If she is the daughter of Charles Ancram, I am perfectly sure 
of it.” 

“ Oh, she is his daughter,” said the other. “ There is no doubt of 
that. But I never heard of any expectations : the father, poor Carlos, 
died in miserable poverty. How does this come about?” 

Lorimer told him briefly, — a recital to which he lent a most atten- 
tive ear, — and then begged for information concerning the whereabouts 
of the girl. 

“ Yes, yes, I shall give you full information,” replied Mr. Herres- 
dorf. He paused, however, and seemed to ponder deeply, until, as 
Lorimer, growing impatient, was about to speak again, he lifted his 
head and fixed him with his bright, keen glance. “ But first,” he said, 
“ kindly give me a little information. Have you any connection with 
the gentleman who has already been here this morning on the same 
errand ?” 

Great as was Lorimer’s astonishment at this question, it was not 
so much astonishment for the fact communicated as for the apparently 
striking verification of Katherine Chesney’s intuition. For who could 
this inquirer have been save the man she suspected ? 

“ Has any one been here on the same errand?” he asked. “You 
surprise me greatly. It was no one of whom I have any knowledge. 
What kind of person was the — gentleman ?” 

Mr. Herresdorf turned over some papers, picked up a card which 
lay on his desk, and handed it to Lorimer. “ Robert Stanford” was 
written on it. 

“ She was right,” Lorimer thought. “ But what possible object can 
the man have ?” “ I know the person bearing this name,” he said to 

Mr. Herresdorf, “ only because we were fellow-passengers on the ship 
which arrived here this morning. My acquaintance with him is of the 
slightest, and I had not the least suspicion of his business. Nor, in- 
deed, for that matter, have I now. I represent the legal adviser of 
the Ancram estate, and am here for the purpose of discovering and 
communicating with the heir or heirs of David Ancram, deceased. 
Whom this person represents, or why he should be interested in the 
matter, I do not know. Did he inform you?” 

Mr. Herresdorf shook his head. “ He did not speak to me of 
representing any one,” he said, “ nor did he mention any inheritance. 
He simply asked where he could find the daughter of Charles Ancram, 
and I told him.” 


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747 


“ You did tell him ? 77 

“ Yes. Why should I not ? 77 

Unable to say why he should not, Lorimer gazed at him in silence 
for a moment, conscious of a deep sense of vexation, difficult to ex- 
press in words. Mr. Herresdorf, after waiting an instant for his reply, 
proceeded : 

“ I knew no reason for refusing to do so, although the request sur- 
prised me very much. For, you will understand, the girl has been a 
very insignificant person up to this time. Pretty, yes, — people who 
think of such things regard her as pretty, — but a penniless orphan, 
supported by the charity of her step-mother. That is not one for 
whom strangers are likely to come making inquiries. So I was sur- 
prised ; but I thought, ‘ Ach, no doubt he has seen her and liked her 
pretty face, and if he means well, why should I not help the girl to a 
chance to settle in life ? 7 77 

“ But did not the thought occur to you that this man, a stranger to 
you, might not mean well ? 77 interrupted Lorimer, rather sternly. 

The German shrugged his shoulders. “ She has those whose duty 
it is to take care of her,” he replied. “ It is not my duty. That was 
what I thought/ 7 

“ But you perceive now that you have probably opened the way for 
a designing adventurer, who has learned of her inheritance, to reach 
her and impose on her ignorance alike of life and of her own good 
fortune/ 7 said Lorimer. “ I think, sir, that as the friend of her father 
— I presume you were his friend — you might at least have paused 
before you gave the address of a young girl to a man of whom you 
knew nothing. 77 

“ And so I would, 77 returned the other, coolly, “ had I guessed the 
truth. But how could I guess ? It occurred to me that it would be a 
very good thing if Felisa were taken away from Santo Domingo, where 
she has no family, and where she might perhaps do much mischief ; 
and so I made a mistake. But it is, happily, not a mistake of great 
importance. It has not been two hours since this Mr. Stanford was 

here, and Otto !” He turned suddenly around in his chair and 

called the name sharply. One of the young men at the other end of the 
room, but not the one who had met Lorimer, rose and approached. 
“ Go/ 7 said Mr. Herresdorf, speaking rapidly in Spanish, “ to the 
house of Dona Maria Estragu6s and discover if her sister-in-law Dona 
Lucia and Felisa Ancram have left there. Also, in case they have left, 
ascertain if any one called to see them before their departure. 77 

“ Si, sefior/ 7 the young man replied, seized his hat with alacrity, 
and left the room. 

“ And now, Mr. Lorimer/ 7 said the merchant, turning back, “ would 
you object to giving me a few details about this inheritance while we 
wait Otto 7 s return ? 77 

Lorimer, aware that there was no reason whatever for concealment, 
gave him all the details he desired, and added that he was empowered 
to make any financial arrangements which should be necessary for 
the immediate passage to the States of the heir or heirs of Charles 
Ancram. 


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“ And this reminds me to ask,” he added, “ were there no children 
of the second marriage ?” 

“ Two,” Mr. Herresdorf answered, “ but they are both dead. Felisa, 
the only surviving child, is the heir, unless indeed the w T ife ” 

Lorimer shook his head. “ A dead man cannot inherit,” he said. 
“ Had Charles Ancram survived his uncle even a day, his widow would 
be entitled to a share of the estate. But he has been dead, it appears, 
for five years.” 

“ For at least five years.” 

“ And David Ancram died only last year, bequeathing his property 
to the descendants of his brother Charles, of whom it appears there is 
but one, this girl — how do you call her?” 

“ Felisa.” 

“ Who therefore inherits the whole estate.” 

“ And its value is ?” 

“ Not less than four or five millions.” 

“Gott im Himmel !” said the German again, and then relapsed into 
silence and apparently profound thought. 

Lorimer did not care to break either the silence or the meditation, 
and so they remained for several minutes longer, until the young man 
called Otto re-entered, as hastily as he had left, and addressed his 
employer : 

“They are gone, senor. Dona Maria says that they have been 
gone at least an hour. And a stranger — the gentleman who was here 
this morning — called just before their departure, and has accompanied 
them to Rosario.” 

“ What !” Mr. Herresdorf almost bounded from his chair. “ He 
has accompanied them ! God ! what fools women are ! Run, Otto, to 
the river. Perhaps the boat has not yet gone. If not, tell Gomez to 
wait until he hears from me : bid him on no account to leave.” 

“What is it? — what has occurred?” asked Lorimer, who had not 
understood a word, when, with another “ Si, senor,” the young man 
again vanished. 

The German told him what had been said, adding, “ You cannot 
regret more than I do that I should have given this man the informa- 
tion he asked, for I believe now that he has some sinister object in 
view. But who could have imagined that Dona Lucia would be such 
a fool as to suffer him to accompany her to Rosario !” 

“ Remember that Dona Lucia is presumably ignorant regarding the 
millions,” said Lorimer, with a sarcasm which he did not attempt to 
restrain. “ What is Rosario ?” 

“ It is the estate of which Estragu6s — the man who married An- 
cram’s widow — is manager. It belongs to a rich Cuban.” 

“ And where is it ?” 

“ On the Ozama River, half a day’s journey above here.” 

“By steamboat?” 

“There are no steamboats on the Ozama. By the boats which 
come down loaded with sugar and are towed back by a steam -tug.” 

“ And it is in this manner that these people have gone at present ?” 

“Yes, if they have gone at all. I hope that they may not yet 


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have started. There is generally much delay in the departure of these 
boats, — in fact, in everything in this country, as you have no doubt 
already observed. But it will serve us well at present, this habit of 
delay ” 

“ I would be willing to wager a good deal,” said Lorimer, “ that 
on this occasion the boat departed promptly on time.” 

He proved to be right. A few minutes later the breathless mes- 
senger again returned. 

“ The Rosario boats left as soon as the ladies went down, senor,” 
was his report. “ They have been gone an hour.” 


VI. 

“I suppose,” said Lorimer, when he met Miss Chesney in the 
evening, “that you share the common trait of human nature in liking 
to be proved right in your judgment and conclusions?” 

“ Can you doubt it ?” she replied. “ Does not every one like to be 
proved right? But, according to papa, I like it particularly well.” 

“ Then I am glad to have some pleasant intelligence to communi- 
cate to you. You were right in divining the business which brought 
that fellow Stanford to Santo Domingo.” 

“ Ah ! He has come after the heiress, then ?” 

“ He has not only come after her, but he has so far the advantage 
of me that he has found her.” 

“ Found her ! Where ? — how ?” 

“Where? Here in Santo Domingo. How? By the use of that 
peculiar diligence which is commended to us in the maxim that ‘it is 
the early bird which catches the worm/ Mr. Stanford was the early 
bird in this case, and he successfully caught his worm — that is, the 
heiress — while I was studying the antiquities of the cathedral this 
morning under your able guidance.” 

“ Oh, Mr. Lorimer, I am so sorry ! It was my fault that you 
went there.” 

“Not at all. You must not think so for a moment. No doubt” 
(mendaciously) “ I should have gone whether you had kindly proposed 
accompanying me or not. You see, I had not the faintest idea that 
there was any occasion for haste. How could I possibly imagine that 
the girl was here in Santo Domingo this morning, or that she would 
leave before I could obtain her address ?” 

“Has she gone? But in that case Mr. Stanford ” 

“ He has gone with her.” 

Miss Chesney collapsed in her chair. “ Good heavens !” she mur- 
mured. “ Tell me all about it.” 

By the time he finished his story, she was again sitting upright 
with bent brows, giving her whole mind to consideration of the situa- 
tion, “ What are you going to do?” was her first question. 

“ By Mr. Herresdorf ? s advice, I am going to follow her to this 
place called Rosario, — a sugar estate up the river. I was at first in- 


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dined simply to send a messenger with a letter ; but he urged me so 
strongly to go in person that I have yielded to his advice. He blames 
himself severely for having given Stanford the information he sought, 
—in fact, he seems terribly concerned about it, — and is very anxious 
that the truth shall be made known to the girl and her guardians as 
soon as possible.” 

“ Do you suppose Stanford has not made it known to them ?” 

“ We are in absolute ignorance of how much Stanford knows, or 
what his intention may be in seeking the girl. We can only suppose 
he is an adventurer who, having learned of her inheritance, has found 
some plausible pretext for making her acquaintance, his object being 
to marry her.” 

“ There is nothing more likely. It would certainly be the object 
of an adventurer ; and in that case he would not tell her of the fortune 
until he had accomplished his end.” 

“ That is what Mr. Herresdorf thinks. You should see the dis- 
tress of this worthy German. Not for the girl, you understand, — the 
girl, he admits, he considered of no consequence whatever, and without 
hesitation gave her address to this stranger, — but for the millions! 
4 Five millions F he repeats, as if the mere words fascinate him. 4 And 
I gave that scoundrel a chance to secure them ! Oh, my good sir/ — 
this pathetically to me, — 4 why did you not come to me without 
delay !’” 

“ Mercenary old wretch !” said Miss Chesney. “ I have no sym- 
pathy for his distress. But he is right in so far that the delay was 
unfortunate, since it enabled the man to steal a march on you in this 
manner. How do you suppose that he learned anything about the 
heiress or her fortune ?” 

“ I can throw no light on that. It seems pretty evident, however, 
that he has learned the facts of the case, for the journey to Santiago 
certainly implies, as you suggested, that his business on the island, like 
my own, was to find the heirs of David Ancram. But whether he 
represents any one, or is merely an adventurer anxious to obtain some 
hold upon the girl before she knows of her good fortune, it is impos- 
sible to say. I incline to the last opinion.” 

“But he could hardly have come out from New York with that 
idea in his mind, since the journey to Santiago also implies that, like 
yourself, he was looking primarily for Charles Ancram. There he 
found the record of his death and learned of the existence of the 
daughter. Then it is possible that other views and intentions may 
have developed themselves.” 

“All that is probable; but then what prompted him to come in 
the first place? — by whom could he have been sent?” 

“ You were not born for a detective, Mr. Lorimer. In order to 
answer that question, isn’t it necessary to ask another? Who, besides 
David Ancram’s executors, has any interest in finding his heirs?” 

“ Nobody that I am aware of. As I remarked when we were talk- 
ing of the matter before, the niece, who inherits in default of them, 
has considerable interest in their not being found. She would never 
send in search of them, depend upon it.” 


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Miss Chesney laughed. “ And have you never heard or read of 
people who sent in search of others whom they did not wish to be 
found — in order to put them out of the way ?” 

“ Good heavens !” said Lorimer, hastily, “ I must have given you 
a very bad idea of this poor woman if you think her capable of plan- 
ning murder ” 

“ Oh, the stupidity of men ! — that is, some men,” cried Miss Ches- 
ney, impatiently. “ Did I say anything of murder? Is there no 
other mode of putting people out of the way ? Can’t you bribe them ?” 

“ Easily enough in most cases. But what bribe could outweigh a 
fortune of millions?” 

" Mr. Lorimer, I really think that your uncle displayed very little 
knowledge of your character — of the guileless inability to entertain 
suspicion which apparently distinguishes it — when he sent you on this 
errand. Naturally no bribe could outweigh a fortune of millions, if 
the [people to be bribed were to know anything about the millions. 
But let us suppose a case. A person inherits a comparatively small 
portion of a large fortune, and will inherit the great remainder if 
certain missing heirs cannot be found. It is therefore to her interest, 
as you have observed, that those heirs should not be found. What 
does she do, therefore, granting that she is an unscrupulous person ? — 
and unscrupulous persons unfortunately abound in this world. Why, 
she sends a secret messenger to the place where the heirs were heard 
of last, with directions to find out if they are alive or dead, and if 
alive to contrive means to remove them to some remote spot where the 
inquiry for them would never come to their knowledge. That,” said 
Miss Chesney, calmly, “ is what I should do if I were dishonest and 
in the position of this woman of whom we speak.” 

“ It is a plausible theory,” Lorimer agreed ; “ but really I have no 
reason to believe the woman dishonest in any degree, much less so 
desperately unscrupulous as such a plot would demand that she should 
be.” 

“ Have you any reason to believe her honest ?” 

“ Well, no. But the maxim of the law is that a person must be 
supposed innocent until proved guilty, you know.” 

"The law,” responded Miss Chesney, scornfully, “ does not act 
very consistently, then, in arresting people and subjecting them to im- 
prisonment and disgrace before they are tried and found guilty at all. 
But if you believe the woman innocent of any plot, how do you 
account for the presence here of this man ?” 

“ I don’t pretend to account for it. But I haven’t the least reason 
to connect her with his presence, you know.” 

“ You hadn’t the least reason to connect his presence in the island 
with the Ancram heirs when we talked of the matter before, you re- 
member. But there is nothing to be gained by discussing something 
which we don’t know and can’t prove. The point is, what are you 
going to do ?” 

“ As I have mentioned, Mr. Herresdorf is strongly of opinion that 
I should go in person to Rosario to communicate my important intelli- 
gence. And I suppose he is right.” 


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“ Of course he is right. Since you let the girl slip through your 
fingers here, you are bound to follow her and defeat the object of that 
man who has gone with her, whatever it may be. I cannot imagine 
why you are not on fire to go, when you consider that he is no doubt 
at this moment playing the part which fate clearly intended for you.” 

“ And that part is ?” 

“ To win the heiress and her millions, beyond doubt.” 

She spoke with the most positive decision, but was angrily con- 
scious the next moment of flushing under a look which, without need 
of words, recalled many things to her recollection that she had no de- 
sire to recall, and under the influence of which her readiness of speech 
for once failed her. To her great vexation, she was unable to think 
of anything to say until Lorimer spoke — very deliberately : 

“ It is kind of you to place me in the same category with Mr. 
Stanford. But what have I ever done to lead you to credit me with 
so much — shall we say, worldly prudence? That is the euphemism 
generally used for mercenary scheming, I believe.” 

“Mercenary scheming! I should call it very romantic to find a 
beautiful girl, endowed with millions, and marry her.” 

“ Then your sympathies ought to be strongly enlisted in behalf of 
Mr. Stanford, whom we suspect to be acting (according to that view) 
in the most romantic manner possible.” 

“ And I don’t promise that they will not be,” she cried, with still 
more heightened color, “ if you continue to put so little spirit into your 
part. Mr. Stanford may be an adventurer, a fortune-hunter, but he is 
at least a man who knows how to seize opportunities with energy, and 
to take with a strong hand what he wants ” 

“ Oh !” said Lorimer, still looking at her with provoking intent- 
ness ; “ that, then, is your idea of what a man should be ? I know 
some women are fascinated by the knock-down-and-bear-off mode of 
wooing ; but I hardly imagined that you would be one of them. I 
am always glad of a new light on character, however. Thanks for 
this on yours.” 

“ And thanks for so kindly comprehending me,” she replied, her 
eyes flashing with anger. “As if to commend energy and the resolu- 
tion and daring which generally accomplish their end was the same 
thing as to approve what you call ‘ the knock-down-and-bear-off* mode 
of wooing* ! I am sorry you are so obtuse, Mr. Lorimer, — if indeed 
you really are.** 

“ I don*t think I am remarkably obtuse,** said Lorimer, with a dis- 
passionate air. “ I believe I grasp your meaning. You are com- 
mending energy, daring, and resolution (whether unscrupulous or not) 
as qualities specially adapted to win the feminine heart.** 

“ Naturally** (curtly), “ a woman is more likely to believe in a de- 
votion which expresses itself in that manner.** 

“ See, now, how one can be mistaken. I should have fancied that 
some women — not all, by any means — would appreciate more highly 
the qualities of modesty, deference, and a chivalrous desire not to ex- 
ercise compelling force of any kind upon what should be a gift free as 
heaven’s light, or which else is of no value at all.** 


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Again Katherine Chesney flashed, and her vexation was not lessened 
by feeling that she had been betrayed into discussing a subject which 
was the last she desired to touch upon with this man, and that in the 
discussion she had through impatience expressed an opinion which was 
by no means hers, but which she now disdained to modify or retract. 
It was a distinct relief that her father at this moment created a diver- 
sion by entering the room. 

“ Papa,” she cried, quickly, “ what do you think ? Mr. Lorimer 
has lost his heiress and must go in chase of her.” 

“ Chasing an heiress,” said Mr. Chesney, smiling as he shook hands 
with Lorimer, “ is not at all an uncommon amusement — or should one 
say occupation ? — but this chase will have some elements of novelty. 
How have you managed to lose her? I thought she was yet to be 
found.” 

“ In a certain sense she was lost before she was found. And in 
fact she is not yet found — by me,” replied Lorimer, somewhat ruefully. 
And then he explained. 

Mr. Chesney listened with much interest, — an interest decidedly 
quickened when he learned that his late fellow-passenger was the mys- 
terious and perhaps sinister element in the loss, — and fully agreed with 
Mr. Herresdorf that it was Lorimer’s manifest duty to follow the girl, 
in order to communicate the news of her great fortune without delay, 
and frustrate the designs of a man who, there was every reason to fear, 
was a scheming adventurer. 

This was fully discussed at the dinner to which they then sat down, 
and presently Mr. Chesney asked by what means he intended to go to 
the estate called Rosario. 

“ There is but one means, apparently, of going,” Lorimer replied, 
“ and that is by the river. I spoke of hiring a boat to take me up. 
But Mr. Herresdorf would not allow me to do so. He says that the 
boats of the estate are now coming down constantly with sugar, — towed 
by a steam-tug which takes them up and down, — and that the best and 
quickest way for me to go is with them. He is certain that one or two 
will be down to-morrow, and that I can return with them the next day. 
I have been considering whether you and Miss Chesney might not per- 
haps like to make the trip. I know that you are anxious to see some- 
thing of the interior of the country.” 

“ Why, yes,” said Mr. Chesney, looking a little surprised, “ we 
are certainly anxious to see something of the interior of the country, 
and going by water would obviate the objection of the bad roads. 
But — ah — you see, Lorimer, you are not exactly in a position to invite 
us to accompany you. You are going by private conveyance to a 
private house.” 

“ I have ventured to speak of the matter to Mr. Herresdorf, who, 
as the agent directly representing the owner, may be considered the 
master of the house,” replied Lorimer, “and he says that there is not 
the least objection to your going. In fact, he will be delighted if you 
will do so, and, instead of merely giving us a letter to the manager 
of the estate, he will send his son to introduce us and see that we are 
made comfortable. I really think,” glancing now at Miss Chesney, 
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“ that you might enjoy it, since you are fond of new scenes and ex- 
periences.” 

“ I am sure of it,” said the young lady, with the most promptly 
cordial assent. — “ Papa, it is a chance we could not have hoped for. 
We are deeply indebted to Mr. Lorimer for thinking of it, and I am 
in favor of accepting his otfer at once.” 

“ If this Mr. Herresdorf represents the owner, his permission 
should be all that is necessary,” said Mr. Chesney, hesitating a little, 
but evidently much tempted. 

“ That is his position,” said Lorimer. u The lUanager is directly 
responsible to him, and very likely appointed by him. I can see that 
he has control of everything, and I am sure his invitation is sufficient. 
The only question is, would you like to go ?” 

“ The answer to that is very easily given,” said Mr. Chesney. “ We 
should certainly like very much to go, if proper arrangements can be 
made.” 

“ Will a formal invitation from Mr. Herresdorf come under the 
head of ‘ proper arrangements ’ ?” asked Lorimer. “I took the liberty 
of settling with him that it is to be offered by his son, who will meet 
me here to-night. I hope” — he spoke to Miss Chesney — “ that you 
will not think I presumed in making such an appointment without 
first obtaining your permission ?” 

“ On the contrary,” she said, “ I think you have been planning for 
us in the kindest possible manner, and we have reason to be very 
grateful to you for thinking of the matter. It is just what I have 
been wishing for, — an opportunity to go into the interior of the country. 
And to go now, with the additional interest of the romantic circum- 
stances surrounding your quest, I think it will be delightful.” 

“ I perceive,” said Mr. Chesney, “ that the decision is taken out of 
my hands.” 

“ And don’t you like decisions, and all the other troubles of life, to 
be taken out of your hands ?” laughed his daughter, as they rose from 
table. “ Confess that you would not miss this for anything.” 

“ I will first hear what young Mr. Herresdorf has to say,” was the 
guarded reply. 


VII. 

The last words had hardly been spoken when Antonio appeared 
in the door- way opening upon the gallery-encircled court and an- 
nounced that a senor was below inquiring for Seilor Lorimer. 

“ That,” said Lorimer, “ is of course the young man of whom we 
have just been speaking. Have I your permission to bring him 
up?” 

“ Antonio will do so,” replied Miss Chesney ; and, addressing An- 
tonio, she added a few words in Spanish, on which the youth, with a 
prompt “ Si, senorita,” disappeared, returning in a few minutes followed 
by the person for whom he had been sent, and whom he ushered into 
the apartment. 


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A gentleman, there was no doubt of that. Katherine Chesney, 
whose intuitions on this point were unfailing and of lightning-like 
quickness, decided as much as soon as her glance fell on the graceful 
young figure which advanced into the room. “ What a charming boy !” 
was her thought, — a thought which would certainly not have taken 
form in her mind had not her fastidious taste been as much pleased by 
his air and manner as her eye by his handsome face. For there was in 
his appearance no sign of the Teutonic father. From the Spanish 
blood of his mother had come to him the slender grace of his form, 
with its delicate extremities and lines so finely moulded that awkward- 
ness of movement became impossible, and the picturesque beauty of 
his Southern face, olive-skinned, delicate-featured, dark-eyed. It was 
a face singularly attractive in the open frankness of its expression, 
with a smile which gained a flashing quality from the kindling light 
it awakened in the eyes, and the regular whiteness of the teeth it 
displayed. 

This smile appeared as he caught sight of Lorimer, who came for- 
ward to meet him and at once presented him to Mr. and Miss Chesney. 
In a few minutes they were discussing the expedition which Lorimer 
was anxious for his friends to join. 

“And why not?” asked young Herresdorf, who spoke English 
with only such slight foreign accent as added to its charm, inasmuch 
as it was derived from the noblest and most musical of all languages, 
the Spanish. “ If you would like to see something of the interior of 
the island, why not accompany us?” 

“We should like very much to do so,” said Miss Chesney, frankly ; 
“ but we feel a hesitation in going uninvited to a private house ” 

“ My father, who represents the owner, has sent me to invite you,” 
said the young man. “ And even if it were otherwise, no one in Santo 
Domingo would think it strange that you should go. We have not 
very much to offer, perhaps, but hospitality is the law of our island. 
When you have' left the towns you find no — how do you call them ? — 
houses of public entertainment at all. You must either repose your- 
self under the trees or in a private house. It is expected.” 

“ That indicates a very fine spirit of hospitality in the people,” 
said Miss Chesney, smiling. “And we are exceedingly obliged to 
your father for his kind invitation. But we should be a large party, 
and to go in this manner, altogether unexpected, would probably be to 
give a great deal of trouble and inconvenience to the people of the 
house where we are bound. You see, I have been so long a house- 
keeper myself that I know what it is to have unlooked-for guests on 
one’s hands.” 

“Ah,” said the young man, with one of his flashing smiles, “the 
cases are different. You would expect to do much for your guests of 
which Dona Lucia — that is, the wife of the manager of the estate — 
would never think. She will simply give you what she has, and of 
what she has not she will not trouble herself. If there are not beds 
enough for us all, Mr. Lorimer and I will take some hammocks, hang 
them up, and sleep in them very well indeed. So pray do not hesitate, 
but come.” 


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“ In that case,” said Katherine, looking at her father, “ I really 
think we may permit ourselves the pleasure of going — eh, papa ?” 

“ I suppose we may,” answered Mr. Chesney, “ since you are so 
anxious, and Mr. — ah — Herresdorf is so kind. When do you expect 
to go ?” asked he, addressing the latter. 

“We hope to go day after to-morrow,” was the reply. “The 
Rosario boats will be down to-morrow with sugar for the Clyde ship 
which is loading here at present ; and we will return in them the day 
after.” 

Miss Chesney glanced at Lorimer. “ That means,” she said, “ that 
the man who has gone in advance of you will have three days in 
which to pursue his plans, whatever they may be, before you can reach 
him.” 

“Very true,” Lorimer answered, “but there is no remedy that I 
perceive. And after all, you know, I have really no concern with the 
movements of Mr. Stanford. He may have no such plans as we 
credit him with ; or, if he has, it is no affair of mine to frustrate them. 
My business here is simply to find the heir of David Ancram and 
communicate to her the news of her good fortune.” 

Miss Chesney regarded him with undisguised scorn. “You have 
no energy, no spirit of adventure, no — no romantic ambition,” she said. 
“You might as well be a mere lawyer’s clerk.” 

“ Which is really what I am for the time being,” he replied, calmly. 

“And the beautiful heiress?” 

He looked at her steadily. “ The beautiful heiress, after I have 
conveyed the news of her inheritance to her, is a person with whom I 
am not at all concerned.” 

“ You are hopeless ! you are incorrigible !” She turned her back 
upon him, to give further point to her words, and addressed the young 
Dominican, who had meanwhile been talking with her father. 

“ Mr. Herresdorf.” 

“Senorita?” he responded, turning toward her. 

“ I wish you would tell me something about this young girl who 
has suddenly become the possessor of such a large fortune. What is 
her name?” 

“ Felisa, senorita.” 

“Felisa! How pretty, and how singularly appropriate to her 
present circumstances ! Of course one might moralize about the dangers 
and temptations of wealth ; but I prefer to think of the intoxicating 
delight of finding one’s self suddenly possessed of five millions while 
still young, beautiful — she is beautiful, is she not?” 

It was a simple question, but the young man’s face flushed in 
answering it. 

“ She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, senorita,” he 
replied. 

“ I fancied she must be beautiful,” said Miss Chesney, with the 
air of one whose wisdom is justified. “And is she very young?” 

“ Only seventeen.” 

“ Happy girl ! What vistas of pleasure are opening before her ! — 
No, papa, don’t shake your head. I can’t possibly moralize over her. 


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I can only think of being seventeen, and beautiful, and having five 
millions. Fancy what her life would have been on this island had she 
remained poor and obscure, and what it will be now !” 

“ She would probably have been a happier and a better woman had 
she never inherited 6uch a fortune,” said Mr. Chesney, dogmatically. 

“How can you know that? And why should wealth necessarily 
be a demoralizer ? I don’t myself believe that it is. It must be a 
very poor character that is injured by the possession of means for 
happiness and culture and doing good. Think of the horrible help- 
lessness and narrowness of poverty, — how it cripples the faculties, em- 
bitters the nature, and rends the heart ! Could any effects of wealth 
be worse than these ? And if one has ambition, as every one should 
have,” — here she glanced again at Lorimer, — “ wealth can make its 
gratification possible. And so I feel that the beautiful and happily 
named Felisa is to be most heartily congratulated, and I refuse to think 
of her as an object of compassion at all.” 

“ She will certainly be an object of compassion if she becomes the 
prey of a fortune-hunter, and it is more than probable that she will,” 
said Mr. Chesney. 

“I fail to see why even that is necessary,” his daughter began, 
when Lorimer interposed. 

“ Mr. Chesney is quite right,” he said. “ I may be old-fashioned, 
altogether out of date, but I have so great a contempt for the man who 
plays the part of fortune-hunter — that is, who seeks and marries a 
woman for her money — that I hardly think a worse fate could befall 
her than to become the prey of such a schemer.” 

“ You are out of date,” said Miss Chesney. “ You belong in a 
pastoral. We have outgrown those ideas; for how would rich women 
marry at all if it was necessary for them to be convinced, as a pre- 
liminary, of the disinterestedness of their suitors?” 

“ Character is the only test,” said Lorimer, rising. “ There are 
men whom it is impossible to suspect of such motives; and a woman 
must be wilfully self-deceived who does not know when she is really 
loved, and when merely sought, no matter with what degree of simu- 
lated ardor.” 

“We are great fools sometimes, you know,” said Miss Chesney, 
candidly. 

“ Not such fools as to be unable to tell that, if you choose to do 
so,” he answered. Then, taking her hand, he said good-night. “ Mr. 
Herresdorf and I will talk over the details of our expedition,” he 
added, “and I will let you know to-morrow if any change in the 
programme is decided upon.” 

When they had passed out of the great dark portal of the house, 
Lorimer offered his companion a cigar. “Let us sit down in the 
Plaza, if you have nothing better to do,” he said. “The night is too 
beautiful to put a roof over one’s head any sooner than must be.” 

The young Dominican assenting, they walked over to the Plaza 
and sat down on one of the stone benches. There was no music this 
evening, and therefore there were no promenaders nor any loiterers be- 
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and the ineffable beauty of the tropic night to itself. The moon 
riding high in the violet heaven was lightly obscured now and then 
by white scudding clouds, which threw their delicate shadows over the 
heroic figure of the great discoverer and the fortress-like mass of the 
ancient cathedral. There was a moment’s silence after the two men 
sat down. Lorimer was gazing at his surroundings with a sense of 
deep satisfaction in their picturesque antiquity, when his companion 
spoke. 

“ It is quite true,” he observed, abruptly, “ what the young lady 
— how do you call her ?” 

“ Miss Chesney.” 

“ Yes, Miss Chesney, said. It is a wonderful good fortune which 
has come to Felisa, who has now all the world before her, to do what 
she will, to go where she will, and to have all she wants. And Felisa 
wants much, — very much.” 

“You know her well, then?” asked Lorimer, interested. 

“So well, senor, that I do not think any one could know her better. 
I have known her ever since she came here, a mere child. And I 
have been thinking it is also true what you were saying about the 
fortune-hunter, how no one is more contemptible than a man who 
seeks a woman for her wealth, and no one is more to be pitied than 
the woman who becomes his prey. But, senor, tell me,” — and the 
handsome young face gazed at him very earnestly, — “ do you think 
that a man who had always loved a woman, who loved her long before 
she became rich, would be a fortune-hunter if he sought her after she 
had inherited a fortune ?” 

“ No, certainly not,” replied Lorimer, with decision. “ He only is 
a fortune-hunter who seeks a woman for her fortune and not for her- 
self. But in your case — I mean the case you have put — there could 
be no question of such a thing, since he loved her before she had 
become rich. To avoid all danger of doubt on her part, it is to be 
hoped that he told her so.” 

“Many times, senor. For I do not wish to make any mystery 
with you, and, as no doubt you guess, I am speaking of myself. I 
have always loved Felisa, and she has always known it. But my father 
was desperately opposed to our marriage and positively refused his con- 
sent, — for which he is very sorry now.” 

“ No doubt,” said Lorimer, dryly. 

“ And, since I am dependent on him, there seemed no alternative 
for us but to wait. Only last night — does it not seem strange ? — only 
last night I implored him to give even a partial consent, so that I 
might have at least the right of seeing Felisa openly, for, by his request, 
her step-mother had forbidden her to see me ; but he would not yield. 
He forbade me ever to speak to her again. In that I had no intention 
of obeying him, for I was resolved to marry Felisa whenever I was 
able, but there seemed no hope for us at the present time. I felt bound 
to tell her so, when we met by agreement to say farewell before she 
left this morning. And then she was angry, — very angry.” 

“ With your father?” 

“ Yes, and also with me. Her position is not a happy one in her 


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step-mother’s family, for, although Doiia Lucia is kind to her, she is 
sheltered, clothed, and fed by the charity of those to whom she does 
not belong, and her pride feels it keenly. She had looked to me to 
release her from this position, and when I told her that it was impos- 
sible for me to do so until I could render myself independent of my 
father — which I promised, however, to spare no effort to do — she was 
indignant and said some very bitter things.” 

“ Very unreasonable ones, too, I am sure,” said Lorimer. “My 
dear Mr. Herresdorf ” 

“ Ah, if you please, call me Ramon,” interposed the young man. 
“ I cannot feel that you are talking to me when you address me as 
Mr. Herresdorf. No one ever calls me so.” 

“ Ramon, then, with pleasure. Do you know that you interest me 
extremely, and I am delighted to have come as the deus ex machind to 
clear the way of your romance ? I only wish I had arrived yesterday.” 

“So do I, with all my heart,” said Ramon, with a sigh. “For 
Felisa went away angry, — so angry that she would not listen to me, nor 
even look at me.” 

“ Why didn’t you force her to do so ? Sometimes it is necessary 
to assert yourself with a woman before she will respect you.” 

“ The place forbade it, senor. We met at the cathedral door yonder, 
— for she made an excuse of desiring to hear mass before leaving the 
city, — and when I tried to make her listen to me she broke away from 
me and went into the church. I could not follow her there. It would 
have been to make a scandal.” 

“ By Jove 1” ejaculated Lorimer. He took his cigar from his lips 
and stared at his companion. “ So it was you !” he said. 

“ It was I, yes,” the other answered, uncomprehending. “ Who 
else could it have been ?” 

“And the girl who was in such a passion Oh, I see it all 

now!” Lorimer cried. “Why couldn’t I see it at the time? Why 
on earth didn’t some instinct tell me that the person I had come to 
Santo Domingo to seek was within three feet of me ? But catch an 
instinct behaving in a sensible, serviceable manner like that ! Oh, 
confound it all !” 

“I — don’t understand,” said his companion, staring in turn. 
“ Were you in the church ? — did you see Felisa?” 

“ I saw her, and I also saw — hold out your hand for a moment. 
Thanks, yes — that is the same hand which tried to detain her. Well, 
all that I can say is that your inamorata has a fearful temper.” 

“ She has a temper,” confessed the lover, “ and perhaps what you 
would call a violent one ” 

“ I do call it so, most emphatically. I don’t think I ever saw any 
one in such a rage as she was this morning.” 

“She was very angry,” Ramon admitted. “That is what I told 
you. And when Felisa is angry she is — how do you say ? — desperate. 
She will stop at nothing. It is that which makes me uneasy.” 

“But what do you fear ? What can she do? You are not afraid 
of her drowning herself?” 

“ No, I am not at all afraid of her drowning herself ; but I am 


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afraid she will have nothing more to do with me. Her last words were, 
6 1 will never speak to you again. I will help myself, or I will find 
some one else to help me, since you do not love me sufficiently to 
do so.’” 

“ Most abominably unreasonable and selfish,” said Lorimer, “ but 
probably of no more weight than this.” And he blew out a light 
cloud of cigar-smoke. 

“ Perhaps not, if this money had not come,” said the young man, 
as he watched the light curling rings dissipate in the air. “But now, 
how can I go to her, now that she is rich, with the memory of those 
words between us?” 

“ My dear boy,” said Lorimer, kindly, “ the whole matter in my 
opinion resolves itself into the question, does this young lady love you, 
or did she only desire to make a convenience of you, to escape from 
the disagreeable conditions of her life? If the first, her fortune will 
only smooth the path of her love ; if the second, you should congratu- 
late yourself upon escaping her, if she had twice five millions.” 

“ I believe that she loves me,” said the other, simply. “ I cannot 
doubt it. But I fear that she doubts my love, that she thinks I 
was not ready enough to brave my father on her account. And then 
her pride was all in arms — I have told you she is very proud — at being 
rejected and despised. Now it will be her turn ; now she can reject 
and despise both my father and myself ; and, senor, I fear, I greatly 
fear that she will do it.” 

“Then I repeat that you will be well rid of her,” said Lorimer, 
who was dimly conscious that he was not playing the part of confidant 
with very delicate sympathy. “ A woman who is possessed of a per- 
fect devil of a temper and pride to match would be a terrible com- 
panion for life, no matter if she were beautiful as Venus and rich as 
Croesus.” 

“ It is perhaps too much to say that she is 6 possessed of a devil of 
temper and pride,’ senor.” 

“ Not a bit,” said Lorimer, positively. “ I shall never forget her 
face this morning, nor the look she gave me, — never. You are a brave 
man to think of undertaking such a termagant, no matter what her 
charm. But if she loves you, the five millions will not change her ; 
and if they do change her, she has never loved you. That is how the 
matter stands.” 

“ Yes,” agreed the other, dejectedly, “ that is how it stands.” 


VIII. 

“ Do you remember,” said Lorimer to Miss Chesney the next day, 
“ the bit of drama which interested us so much in the cathedral yester- 
day, — the girl and the hand, you know ?” 

“ Of course I remember,” she replied. “ How could I forget any- 
thing so interesting ? You don’t mean to say that you have any further 
light upon it ?” 


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u I mean to say that I have the fullest possible light. The girl 
was the heiress of whom I am in search, the happily named Felisa ” 

u Mr. Lorimer !” 

" And the hand was that of our young friend Ramon Herresdorf.'' 

" You amaze me. Are you sure of this?” 

“ Perfectly sure. The party of the second part opened his heart to 
me last night, and, quite unsolicited, told me all about it.” 

“ And what was the meaning of the scene ?” 

“Just what we imagined. A clandestine meeting of lovers between 
whom intercourse had been forbidden, a stern and mercenary father in 
the background absolutely refusing consent to their marriage, a head- 
strong unreasonable girl desiring her lover to accomplish impossibilities 
and leaving him in a furious passion, with the assurance that she would 
have nothing more to do with him, because he represented to her that 
living on air was, even in Santo Domingo, a slight impossibility. 
Voild tout /” 

“ And that was Felisa !” said Miss Chesney. “ How strange that 
you should have met her and been so close to her — the very person of 
whom you were in search !” 

4t It is certainly most unfortunate that she was not ticketed in some 
way. I begin to think that a law requiring every person to wear a 
badge with his or her’ name upon it would be a good thing. Fll pre- 
sent the idea to some aspiring legislator when I go home.” 

“ What a rage she was in !” pursued Katherine, paying no heed to 
this frivolous remark. “ I never saw any one more angry, nor a face 
more indicative of undisciplined passion. I am afraid she is not very 
happily named, after all. Not even five millions can insure happiness 
to one possessing such a temper. But she is wonderfully beautiful.” 

" So is a tigress, but one would not care for her as a companion. 
I suggested as much to young Herresdorf.” 

“ And he ?” 

"Is in love. That says everything, doesn't it? And, being in 
love, he is much disturbed over the five millions complication.” 

" Then he is a remarkably unworldly young man, — almost too un- 
worldly to be believed in.” 

“What a deplorable cynic you are! But you do him injustice. 
He does not profess such extreme unworldliness. On the contrary, I 
suppose he would be as pleased as is natural to humanity over the pros- 
|pect of so much money, if in coming just at this time it did not render 
his position a little awkward.” . 

“ I cannot imagine why, since he was in love with the girl, and she 
knew it, before the money was dreamed of by either.” 

“ Ah, but remember the scene of yesterday. I am afraid you do 
not understand its full significance. That passion which we beheld, 
that volcanic rage, was provoked by his refusal to disregard all con- 
siderations of prudence and by an immediate marriage to release the 
fiery young lady from a painful position of dependence. Also her 
pride was intensely wounded by his father's absolute refusal to sanction 
an engagement between them. The end of the matter was that, closing 
her ears to his reasonable arguments, she left him in the manner we 


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saw, declaring that he did not love her and that she would find some 
one else to help her. Can you not fancy that, after this, he feels the 
fortune to be something of an obstacle between them? Fate, you see, 
has given her the opportunity to say, ‘ Yesterday you would not help 
me : to-day I do not need your help. Yesterday your father did not 
think me good enough to be your wife : to-day I do not consider you 
good enough to be my husband/ That is what he fears to hear from 
her.” 

“ Remembering her face, I cannot doubt that it is very likely what 
he will hear,” said Miss Chesney. “But everything depends upon 
whether she really loves him or not.” 

“ So I told him, adding that if she had only wished to make a 
convenience of him he would be well rid of her, especially since no 
amount of wealth could compensate for such an infernal temper.” 

“ You seem to have been very sympathetic. And so, I presume, 
in view of this complication, and of the 6 infernal temper’ besides, you 
have given up the romantic part to which I assigned you?” 

“ If it were possible for one to give up what he has never under- 
taken, I should say yes. But, if you remember, I replied to your 
kind suggestion by stating that I did not find in myself any inclina- 
tion to play the romantic role in question.” 

“It is a pity,” said the lady. “It seemed to arrange itself ad- 
mirably. The idea of your coming here to find a young and beautiful 
heiress — for I was right about the youth and beauty — and not marry- 
ing her is an absurd anticlimax. I suppose I shall now have to 
transfer my interest to Mr. Herresdorf.” 

“ Why not to Mr. Stanford ? There is a man after your own 

heart, prompt, energetic By Jove ! I didn’t think of it before, 

but if he has the intention with which we are disposed to credit him, 
fate has played into his hand with a vengeance. Supposing that his 
intention is to marry the heiress before she hears of her good fortune, 
he finds her ready, moved by anger, disappointment, and wounded 
pride, to accept any hand which is held out to her.” 

“ Why do you say that ? She may be angry with her lover, and 
yet not ready to accept another man in order to ” 

“Spite him? She surely will. Again, remember that face yester- 
day. It was the face of one ready for any desperate deed.” 

“Then why,” cried Miss Chesney, turning upon him, “are you 
idling here, instead of taking young Herresdorf and flying to her 
rescue? If I were in your place and thought that, I would not waste 
an instant. She is only a child, after all, and to let her ruin her life, 
so full of bright possibilities, by marrying a scheming adventurer, will 
be shameful.” 

“Well, you see,” replied Lorimer, very deliberately, “I am not 
equipped with a pair of wings, and consequently I cannot possibly fly 
to her rescue. And, short of flying, there is no way of reaching her 
except by the Rosario boats lying in the river at this moment. Besides, 
marriages are not usually made up in such hot haste. They only met 
yesterday morning, so that, however ready the fair Felisa may be, they 
can hardly be married before we reach Rosario to-morrow.” 


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Miss Chesney regarded him with a glance indicative of exaspera- 
tion in the highest degree. 

“ I cannot imagine,” she said, “ how it is possible for a man to 
have so little energy as you possess. It is no wonder ” 

“ Go on,” said Lorimer, calmly, as she paused. “ It is no won- 
der ?” 

“ That you have never done anything in life, I was about to say,” 
she answered. “But that is very rude, and I beg your pardon. I 
have no right to criticise your character or modes of action.” 

“ Inaction, you mean, I fancy,” he replied, quietly. “ And, waiving 
the question of a right to criticise, you are right. It is no wonder that 
I have never done anything in life, nor so far won anything worth 
winning. As a matter of fact, very few things in life appear to me to 
be worth any exertion, and those which are worth every exertion seem 
to be beyond the reach of exertion to attain. Yet I really believe I 
am capable of energetic action should a need for it arise. Show me, 
for instance, how to win your favor, — which so far has been one of the 
things beyond the reach of exertion, — and, if necessary, I will go out 
and tilt at windmills.” 

“ Tilting at windmills would certainly not be a means of winning 
my favor,” said she, flushing slightly. “ I am not so foolish. And I 
really had no intention of giving the conversation such a personal turn. 
‘ Let us return to our sheep’ — that is, to your particular lost sheep, 
Felisa. Do you think young Herresdorf is very much attached to 
her ?” 

“Very much, I think. He has certainly given every proof of it, 
short of the insane one she demanded.” 

“Then I formally transfer to him all right, title, and interest to 
the part which I vainly assigned to you. And I sincerely hope that 
he will put some spirit into it.” 

“ It is more than probable that he will. Do you know, by the bye, 
that your going with us may be of infinite service to this poor girl ? 
Where her lover’s influence might fail to defeat the schemes of Stan- 
ford, — since we are to continue to credit him with schemes, — your 
influence, as that of a woman belonging to the world she is about to 
enter, may be powerful to succeed.” 

“You are possibly right,” said she, thoughtfully. “A woman, 
especially a woman of the world, — and I suppose there is no doubt of 
my being that, — may have more influence than a lover with whom she 
is incensed, over this passionate, undisciplined nature. Especially she 
would be likely to give to my opinion of Stanford a weight which she 
would not give to his. Yes, I see what you mean, and I am glad it is 
decided that we are to go with you. The story is an interesting one, 
the situation exciting. I want to see the end — and perhaps help to 
make it the right end.” 

“ You will be an invaluable ally,” he said, looking with admiration 
at her bright, determined face. “ It is understood, then, that the 
rescuing expedition starts to-morrow, at as early an hour as we can 
induce these very leisurely people to put themselves under way. I 
will let you know to-night what that hour will be. And now, can’t 


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we go somewhere to pass the time? There must be some more ruins 
or antiquities to see.” 

Miss Chesney laughed. “ What an intelligent antiquarian interest 
you manifest !” she said. “ Papa and I are going across the river to 
the original site of the city, to visit the remains of the tower in which 
Columbus was confined ; for you know it is an historical mistake to 
suppose that he was confined in the castle here, which was not built at 
that time.” 

“ I didn’t know it,” replied Lorimer, as humbly as befitted his 
ignorance. “ I am sure the castle here looks old enough for anything ; 
and everybody points it out as the place where Columbus was con- 
fined.” 

“ ‘ Everybody’ simply repeats like a parrot what ignorant people 
have said. The castle is nearly four hundred years old, — it was built 
about the year 1509, after the settlement was removed to this side of 
the river, — but it is not old enough to have been the place of Colum- 
bus’s imprisonment. That took place in 1500, if you remember,” — 
Lorimer endeavored, not very successfully, to look as if he did remem- 
ber, — “ while the city was yet on the east bank of the river. He was 
incarcerated by the usurper Bobadilla, in a small tower over there, 
which from that event was called the Torrecilla de Colon . I believe 
very little remains of it ; but we are going to visit the site, and you 
may come with us if you like.” 

“I certainly do like,” was the prompt reply. “ My antiquarian 
interest is quite intelligent enough to make me anxious to see the scene 
of such an historical event. A beastly shame, too, as our English 
friends would temperately observe.” 

“ An act,” said Miss Chesney, “ which makes one glad to remem- 
ber that speedy retribution overtook Bobadilla, and that the ashes of 
Columbus do not rest under the flag which floated over that tower and 
over the vessel that carried him in chains to the ungrateful land to 
which he had given a new world.” 


IX. 

Nothing could be more radiantly beautiful than the morning which 
saw what Lorimer called the rescuing expedition set forth. The great 
boats which had come down the river laden with sacks of sugar were 
now ready to go back empty, save for some stores which Mr. Herres- 
dorf sent to Rosario, and the very light luggage of the passengers they 
were to convey. The lightness of this luggage was a surprise to those 
who did not know what a veteran traveller Miss Chesney was, and 
who had looked for a ponderous trunk instead of the two very port- 
able satchels which she sent down. Her own appearance, when she 
arrived at the starting-place, was what men call “ practical” in the 
extreme. Her duck skirt and blouse waist of soft, cool India silk 
were, with the simple but becoming sailor-hat, just what the expedi- 
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blithe, and charming that Mr. Herresdorf, who met her for the first 
time, was quite overcome by her beauty, and bestirred himself in an 
unexampled manner in ordering the arrangements for her comfort. 
Moreover, he took occasion to say to her much what Lorimer had ex- 
pressed the day before. 

“ I regard it as a very happy thing for this girl who has so un- 
expectedly inherited a great fortune,” he said, “ that she should be 
brought into association with a lady who belongs to the world she is 
now to enter, and who will be an object-lesson to her of what she 
should become.” 

Miss Chesney smiled. “ Without flattering myself that I am very 
effective as an object-lesson,” she replied, “ I hope that I may be of 
some service to this young lady, whose life is about to undergo such 
a sudden and great transformation. I confess that I am immensely 
interested in her. The story is like a romance : one is full of expecta- 
tion as to what the heroine will do.” 

It was evident from the involuntary change of Mr. Herresdorf’s 
countenance that he was in a state of not altogether agreeable expecta- 
tion as to what the heroine would do. 

“ H’m — yes,” he said, hesitatingly. “ The story is a good deal like 
a romance, but I wish we had known of this inheritance a little earlier. 
It would have prevented much — er — trouble, for the girl is of a dis- 
position difficult to calculate upon. Had I known it only a few hours 
earlier, I should not have given information concerning her to a man 
who, I fear, is a scheming fortune-hunter.” 

“ What else are you, you mercenary old wretch !” was the very un- 
complimentary mental comment of Miss Chesney. But, not being in 
the Castle of Truth, she said aloud, “ Oh, I hope we are going to defeat 
his schemes, and bring the heiress back with us in triumph. We have 
good reason to hope so, since I am informed that there is an attachment 
of long standing between her and your son.” 

“ Of long standing certainly,” Mr. Herresdorf assented, “ but — ah 
— unfortunately I have hitherto been obliged to oppose it, owing to 
the fact that neither of them was in a position to think of marriage. 
Now, of course, matters are entirely changed. But we don’t know 
how she will regard them.” 

“ We’ll hope for the best,” said Miss Chesney. “ I must believe 
that romance will carry the day. You see, I have quite fallen in love 
with your son myself ” 

“ He is deeply honored,” said Mr. Herresdorf, bowing. 

“So I can’t imagine the girl he is in love with resisting him.” 

“ I hope that you are right,” said the father, very sincerely ; “ but 
she has, I regret to say, an extremely violent character.” 

“ If it is violent in one respect it will probably be violent in 
another,” said the young lady, with cheerful optimism. “Oh, I am 
sure everything will end as it should, and I promise you that I will 
do my best to bring about the proper ending.” 

“We are indeed most fortunate in securing such assistance,” said 
Mr. Herresdorf, bowing again. 

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of this valuable ally. Chairs had already been placed on the small 
forward deck of the tug, so that the passengers might enjoy the breeze 
and have full opportunity to observe the scenery as they ascended the 
river ; he now delayed them longer in order to have an awning put 
up, so that Miss Chesney might be spared the fatigue of holding a 
parasol for several hours. This finally accomplished, and the boats 
attached with towing-lines, the little tug gave a shrill whistle and 
started up the river. 

“ How delightful !” said Miss Chesney, with a soft breath of satis- 
faction. 

And indeed it would be difficult to imagine anything more delight- 
ful than t}ie conditions which surrounded them. The air of crystalline 
clearness possessed also a quality of the most exhilarating freshness, 
the sky above was of the tint of lapis-lazuli, and the broad, beautiful 
river beneath of clearest emerald, while, glancing seaward, they could 
perceive the sparkling ocean spreading to the distant horizon and its 
waves breaking in white surf around the rocky point above which rose 
the picturesque mass of the castle. Flooded with brilliant sunshine 
the historic city lay, crowning the heights within its bastioned walls, 
its mighty masses of ruins and the towers of its ancient churches 
standing in bold relief against the turquoise sky, with the plumy 
palms that shot up here and there from its courts and gardens. A 
beautiful grove of these royal trees lined the opposite (eastern) bank 
of the river, while a little farther along rose the green hill-side against 
which stands the ancient double-arched structure of stone over the 
spring or well of pure delicious water known as the Well of Columbus, 
where even to the present time all sea-going vessels take their supply. 

A few minutes later, however, a bend of the stream shut all this 
picture from their view, and they saw before them only the broad, deep 
river, with its clear, swift current and banks fringed with the luxuriant 
growth of the tropics. A magnificent river it is, this lordly Ozama, 
especially after it has received its beautiful tributary the Isabella, and, 
like all the other rivers of this island, — to which Nature has given 
absolutely everything that is hers to give, and which man has only 
desolated and destroyed, — it flows through lands of the richest fertility, 
where only occasionally the forest has yielded to fields of sugar-cane, 
which year after year renews itself without cultivation. To the eyes of 
those who now ascended it, the enchanting vistas which it presented at 
every turn, the wild, strange, wonderful beauty into which they entered, 
was in all respects the same as that which met the gaze of the first bold 
Spanish adventurers who looked upon it. Now and again a wooden 
wharf on the bank, and a road cut through the close, almost impene- 
trable mass of forest, indicated an estate near by, and once or twice 
they even perceived the smoking chimney of a sugar-house where the 
grinding of cane was in progress. But the river itself flowed as 
majestically still and silent between its walls of living green, and those 
walls seemed as untouched in their riotous splendor of towering trees 
and every conceivable form of undergrowth and parasite, as if no such 
signs of man existed. As they proceeded onward, these signs became 
even more rare, and since they met only a canoe now and then, pro- 


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pelled lazily by some negro or lialf-breed and containing generally a 
little fruit for the city market, it seemed as if this marvellous emerald 
water-way led them, by one winding curve after another, into the very 
heart of a primeval world, — a world of Nature in all her virgin fresh- 
ness, with such abounding variety, such wild luxuriance of loveliness, 
as she displays only beneath a tropical sun. Rare and beautiful birds 
abounded, and now and again a snow-white heron made an exquisite 
picture, poising itself on the branch of some tree fallen over the water. 
It was at sight of one of these that Lorimer forgot himself far enough 
to wish for a gun, until shamed by Miss Chesney’s eyes. 

“ I wonder,” she said, severely, “ if it is not possible for a man of 
English blood to see a living creature without wanting to slaughter it ! 
How correct was the Frenchman’s description of an Englishman’s idea 
of amusement ! — 6 Let us go and kill something.’ And the spirit sur- 
vives wherever you find what is called the Anglo-Saxon, by whatever 
national name he describes himself.” 

“ One doesn’t expect a woman to sympathize with sport,” said he, 
in an ill-judged attempt at self-defence. 

“ Oh, I beg your pardon,” she replied. “ There are numbers of 
women who are so afraid of being considered womanly and of possess- 
ing a little sensitiveness and a few surviving prejudices in favor of 
humanity, that, they outdo men in their enthusiasm for what is called 
6 sport.’ Well, I am not afraid of the imputation of being sentimental 
and humane when I say that what you call sport is generally in its 
essence only cruelty. What could be more cruel than to desire to cut 
short the happy existence of that beautiful creature yonder — that 
creature who makes the world lovelier by merely existing in it — for 
no possible reason except to exercise your skill on a living target?” 

“ Of course,” he hastened to say, “ if I had a gun I should not 
think of shooting while you were by, since you hold such sentiments 
and the result would annoy you.” 

“ It would do more than annoy, it would enrage me,” she said, 
promptly, u as wanton cruelty always does enrage me. I am disgusted 
with you that you should even think of such a thing.” 

And then, to indicate how deeply he was in disgrace, she turned 
her back upon him and began to talk to Ramon Herresdorf, who sat 
on her other side. 

“ I feel,” she said, “ as if this steam-tug was a dreadful anachro- 
nism in these wild, beautiful, peaceful waters. We ought to be in one 
of those native boats, silently and swiftly gliding along, as if we were 
indeed penetrating an unknown world. One might fancy then that, 
instead of a modern sportsman anxious to slaughter inoffensive herons, 
one had for companion a mail-clad conquistador .” 

“ Who would slaughter inoffensive Indians instead,” remarked the 
sportsman thus alluded to. 

“ That is nonsense,” said the young lady, without turning her head. 
“ The Indians were not inoffensive. They met the discoverers with 
arms,— did you never hear of the Golfo de las Flechas f — and although, 
on general principles, one regrets that men should kill one another, 
one cannot be ignorant of the fact that they have been doing it since 


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the beginning of time. From the denunciations of the conduct of the 
Spaniards toward the inhabitants of the New World to which one is 
so freely treated, one would really suppose that the forefathers of the 
critics had been models of justice and kindness in their treatment of 
the aborigines, and that the Indians were in possession of the continent 
of America to-day, instead of having been despoiled and tricked out 
of the whole of it. Forefathers, do I say ? Is there no killing and 
no cheating of them going on at present ? If not, it is only because 
there are, practically speaking, none left either to kill or to cheat. I 
advise you to read ‘A Century of Dishonor/ and then venture to talk 
of so-called Spanish cruelties !” 

“ I really haven’t, you know/’ answered meekly the victim of this 
attack. 

“ If there is anything that I detest,” the speaker went on, unheed- 
ing the disclaimer, “ it is the contemptible phariseeism which English 
and American writers have always displayed in dealing with this sub- 
ject. Putting aside the story of the American continent, which one 
would think would be enough to close their lips, if one considers only 
what took place in the Spanish Main, have they never heard of Drake 
and Morgan and their followers ? History records nothing worse than 
the deeds of those freebooters ; but, instead of being hanged as double- 
dyed pirates and murderers, they were crowned with honors and titles 
by their countrymen, and are held up as heroes to the present day.” 

“ But I must positively insist that I don’t admire them : I consider 
them, on the contrary, about as bad scoundrels as the world ever pro- 
duced,” protested Lorimer. “ And, in any event, all that took place 
very much before my time, and I fail to see why I should be reviled 
on account of it.” 

“ I am not reviling you in particular,” said Miss Chesney : “ I am 
speaking generally. I could say a great deal more ” 

“I really hope you will not,” he interposed. “At least, I mean, 
I hope you will find a less exciting topic.” 

“ I am not excited at all” (with lofty calmness). “ I am only tired 
of hearing the same second-hand remarks made over and over again 
by every English or American traveller that one meets in Spanish- 
American countries.” 

Here young Herresdorf laughed. “ I should not think,” he said, 
“ that you would be likely to hear them repeated twice by the same 
person. It is a very good thing and a very unusual thing to hear any 
one who is English or American speak as you do.” 

“ I happen to have a sense of justice,” said she, “and to have read 
some history, not merely a little fiction under that name.” 

Then Mr. Chesney, who had meanwhile been smoking in medita- 
tive silence, made a diversion. 

“ I begin to think that the difficulties of exploring this country 
have been greatly exaggerated,” he said. “ Certainly it cannot be more 
difficult to penetrate now than it was in the days of the conquistador e$, 
who explored every part of it more thoroughly than it has ever been 
explored since.” 

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It is a little fatiguing because of the necessity of making all journeys 
in the saddle, and because there are no public houses at which to stop. 
But if one has a good horse, and if it is not the rainy season, when 
the roads are likely to be almost impassable, the journey from Santo 
Domingo to Santiago or to Samana is not difficult at all.” 

“ I vote that we try it,” cried Miss Chesney. “ It is what I have 
wanted to do from the first. Do you think we could get good horses 
at this hacienda, or whatever you call it, to which we are going, Mr. 
Herresdorf ?” 

“ Oh, yes, senorita, if you desire it, I have no doubt Don Mariano 
will find horses for you. But I thought — I hoped ” 

“Yes?” said she, as the young man stammered and paused. 
“ What was it you thought or hoped ?” 

“ If you will allow me, then, to say so, — that you would return to 
Santo Domingo, and that Felisa might accompany you.” 

a Ah, I see,” said she, with a glance at him as kindly as it was 
bright. “ You think I may be of service to you in managing this 
possibly refractory young lady.” 

“I think,” he responded, gravely, “that you may be of great ser- 
vice to her. Believe me, I am not thinking of myself.” 

“But I am thinking of you,” she replied, quickly. “Will you 
pardon me if I say that I have heard your story and that I am very 
much interested in it? You have my best wishes, and shall have my 
best help : I promise you that.” 

“You are very kind,” said he, and there was a grateful light in 
his handsome dark eyes. “ I think your help will mean a great deal. 
Felisa cannot but listen to what you will say to her. I do not mean,” 
he added, proudly, “ with regard to myself. If her own heart does 
not speak for me, I would not wish anything to be said in my behalf. 
But you can tell her what it is well that she should do, now that she is 
rich and important in the world.” 

“ Well,” said Miss Chesney, “ I am a heretic on that as well as on 
a good many other points of the world’s creed. I don’t think that 
the mere possession of money constitutes importance. People in my 
eyes are important from what they are or from what they do. In 
other words, I value only character and achievement. Wealth is a 
mere accident, and, although a very powerful accident if used as a 
means to an end, it is really of no importance in itself except to its 
fortunate possessor. One should grow accustomed, I suppose, to the 
vulgar homage paid to it generally ; but I never witness a display of 
the kind without wonder. Why on earth a man or a woman should 
be an object of intense interest and even adulation to others, who do 
not happen to be beggars, because he or she is rich, passes my com- 
prehension, accustomed as I am to the phenomenon.” 

“ And yet,” said Lorimer, who was lending an attentive ear to the 
conversation, “ I have heard you speak very eloquently of the value 
of wealth and the great disadvantages of poverty.” 

“ And so you might hear me again,” she answered. “ But because I 
recognize the value of wealth to its possessor, is that any reason why 
I should think the mere fact of its possession renders him or her of 
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importance? Be more logical, if you please. And as for you, Mr. 
Herresdorf ” 

“ Ah, Ramon, if you please,” entreated the young man. “ ‘ Mr. 
Herresdorf ? I do not know at all as my name.” 

“ In your pretty Spanish fashion, Don Ramon, then, pray under- 
stand that it is for your benefit I have made this little sermon. Do 
not feel and do not behave as if this girl had by the accident of her 
inheritance become a much more important person than she was before. 
She is a very fortunate person because of the great opportunities which 
this money gives her ; but her importance is yet to be determined by 
the use she makes of it. For my part, if she fails to recognize the 
value of the disinterested affection which was hers in poverty and ob- 
scurity, I shall rate her importance as a human creature very low 
indeed.” 

“I think, senorita,” said the young listener to this admonition, 
“ that you are very wise. But, as you have said yourself, the world 
looks at these things differently, and unhappily I cannot close my 
eyes to the fact that Felisa is now very rich and that I am as poor as 
on the day she left me because I could not agree that we should be 
married at once.” 

“ If Felisa,” said Miss Chesney, emphatically, “ does not under- 
stand that this is the one opportunity of her life — now that she is so 
rich — to know without doubt that she is loved for herself and not 
merely sought for her money, she is a very foolish Felisa indeed, and 
one who will deserve the fate which will certainly befall her of be- 
coming the victim of a fortune-hunter.” 


X. 

The beautiful journey into wonder-land lasted several hours ; and 
just when the party began to feel more and more as if they were ex- 
plorers of a virgin world, since for many miles the marvellous forest 
fringing their way had been unbroken, and the clear, shining river with 
its swiftly flowing current undisturbed by any human presence save 
their own, the tug suddenly gave a shrill whistle, and Ramon said to 
his companions, — 

“ We have arrived. This is Rosario.” 

They looked around them. Still the green forest, with its dense, 
impenetrable undergrowth, its giant creepers and wonderful parasites, 
but just before them was a hewn-out opening such as those they had 
seen before, a wooden wharf at the water’s edge, and a railroad track 
leading up a hill-side beyond. 

“What!” said Mr. Chesney, with surprise, “is there a railroad 

“Oh, yes,” Ramon answered, smiling, “such as is on all the sugar 
estates. One or two small engines and some cars with which to bring 
the sugar down for loading on the boats.” 

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“ About a mile or a mile and a half.” 

“ It is strange that it was not placed upon the bank of the river, 
so as to load the sugar directly on the boats.” 

“ The railroad would be needed all the same to bring the cane from 
the fields,” said the young Dominican, “ and hence it is best to have 
the sugar-house where the residence is, on the high lands, or llanos , as 
we call them, in the middle of the estate.” 

“ The owner must be a wealthy man.” 

“ He is rich, yes. There is about half a million invested here, and 
he has an estate twice as large in Cuba.” 

“ A fortunate man,” said Mr. Chesney, — speaking before the in- 
surrection in Cuba had by its use of the torch desolated that fair island. 

The tug now whistled again, and was answered by another whistle 
inland. “ They hear us, and are coming down,” said Ramon. 

A few minutes later they steamed up to the wharf and disembarked, 
just as another shrill whistle was heard beyond the tree-tops, and the 
next moment a small engine, with flat-car attached, came rushing down 
the steep incline of the hill toward them. On the car, balancing him- 
self with great skill in a standing position, was a small, dark man, who 
jumped off as soon as it halted, and came to meet them. He greeted 
Ramon cordially, and if he was surprised at the unexpected appear- 
ance of the strangers he did not manifest as much. Perhaps, as soon 
transpired, he was too deeply engrossed with other thoughts to notice 
them very much. 

“This,” said Ramon, turning to the others, “is Senor Estragues, 
the manager of the estate. He speaks no English, therefore I must 
introduce you in Spanish. — These,” he added to Senor Estragues, 
changing his tongue, “ are Mr. and Miss Chesney, whom my father 
begs you will consider his guests, and Mr. Lorimer, an American 
gentleman, who has come to make an important communication re- 
garding Felisa.” 

“Felisa!” cried Senor Estragues, throwing up his hands. The 
sound of the name appeared to transform him. He lost all the quiet- 
ness of demeanor which up to this moment had characterized him, and 
became a picture of excitement as he poured forth a torrent of words, 
speaking so rapidly that neither Mr. nor Miss Chesney, both of whom 
knew Spanish fairly well, could follow him. That his speech conveyed 
some very important tidings, however, was apparent not only from the 
words they were able to distinguish, but from the effect they produced 
upon young Herresdorf. As he listened, as he grasped the full import 
of what was said, he became pale as if the news were that of death, 
and his great dark eyes grew wildly startled in expression. He seized 
the arm of Estragues with eager questioning, to which the other re- 
turned another torrent of w T ords. 

“For heaven’s sake, what does it all mean?” Lorimer asked Miss 
Chesney. “ Can you understand them ? — has the man lost his senses ?” 

“ He speaks so rapidly I can only partially understand him,” she 
replied. “ But I think — I fear that some harm has come to Felisa.” 

“ Harm !” cried Ramon, turning toward her. “ The worst — the 
worst, senorita ! She has gone away with that man.” 


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“ Stanford ?” exclaimed Lorimer and Miss Chesney together. 

“ Stanford — yes. May the curse of God be upon him !” 

Lorimer and Miss Chesney looked at each other aghast. If this 
were so, what terrible, what irremediable thing had happened through 
the fatal delay of that first morning, through the lost hours they had 
so lightly idled away in the companionship of each other ! This was 
perhaps the first thought in the minds of both. Then Lorimer turned 
to Ramon. 

“ Where has she gone? — and how long?” he asked. “ Surely she 
can be overtaken. Tell this person — he is her step-father, is he not ?” 

“ The husband of her step-mother.” 

“ Tell him what news I have brought, and that we must save the 
girl from the scoundrel who has taken her away, at any cost.” 

In language almost as rapid and vehement as his own, Ramon then 
told Senor Estragu6s of the news which Lorimer brought. It had the 
effect of absolutely overwhelming him and for a time rendering him 
incapable of speech. “ Felisa !” he gasped, in a tone of incredulity, — 
“ Felisa !” and could say no more. 

“ Tell him,” said Lorimer, imperatively, “ that there is not any 
doubt of it, — that Felisa is in her own right one of the richest women 
in the world, and that this villain who has taken her off knew it. 
Have you told him that? Well,” — as Ramon signified assent, — “ tell 
him now that we must get her out of his hands, if any effort can accom- 
plish it, and ask him where they have gone.” 

“ He does not know,” replied the young man, despairingly. 

“ Nonsense ! He must know ! How long have they been gone ? 
What” (impatiently) “are the circumstances of the flight?” 

“ It is supposed that they left this morning at daybreak,” Ramon 
answered. “ Their absence was discovered when the family arose. 
Then was found a letter from Felisa, saying” — here the speaker for a 
moment choked — “ that she was gone for — for always, and that she 
wished me to be told that she had found some one to help her, though 
I would not.” 

“Didn’t I tell you she was possessed of a devil?” said Lorimer, 
too angry to consider his words. “ She is as heartless and cruel as she 
is bad-tempered. You are well rid of her, and, by heaven ! I think 
the best thing would be to allow her to abide by her choice.” 

“ No, no !” cried Miss Chesney. “ She is but a child, — a passionate, 
bad-tempered child, it is true, but life-long misery is too heavy a 
punishment for her fault. Besides, think of allowing the wretch who 
has carried her away to be gratified by succeeding in his scheme. 
Never! You must save her at all hazards, at any cost, if she possibly 
can be saved.” 

“ Yes, sefior,” said Ramon, “ the senorita is right. She must be 
saved if possible. As for her treatment of me, that does not matter ; 
that concerns only myself. Do not think of it again. But she is so 
young, and she has now such brilliant prospects, that we must not fail 
to make every effort to save her from this scoundrel, who has deceived 
her and taken her away in ignorance of her great fortune.” 

“ She isn’t worth an effort,” said Lorimer, “ but, since I feel partly 


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accountable for this, because I delayed in seeing your father on the day 
of my arrival, I will do my utmost — if we find that there is anything 
to do.” 

“ And meanwhile,” inquired Mr. Chesney, “are we to stay here all 
day discussing the affair ?” 

This recalled them to the fact that the engine and car were waiting. 
Senior EstraguSs, roused to a sense of the proprieties of life, made the 
usual compliments to the guests commended to his charge. 

“ My house is yours,” he assured them, “ and we will do all we can 
to render you comfortable, but I regret that you will find my wife in 
great distress on account of this unhappy occurrence, this conduct of 
one whom she loved as her own child.” 

“ Dona Lucia has indeed deserved better treatment from Felisa,” 
said Ramon, addressing Miss Chesney. “And, although she chafed 
against her life here, she could not say that Don Mariano was not also 
kind to her.” 

“ I endeavored to be so,” said Don Mariano ; “ but she is of a dis- 
position the most violent, the most unhappy.” 

“I am intensely disgusted with her,” said Miss Chesney; “but all 
the same, for the sake of the five millions and in order to defeat Mr. 
Stanford, we must move heaven and earth to save her. — Now we will 
go, papa. I am afraid you are not as much interested in this truant 
and errant heiress as the rest of us are.” 

“ I confess,” answered Mr. Chesney, “ that I am not so much inter- 
ested as to forget the need of rest and refreshment. I fear, however, 
that we cannot expect much attention or comfort in a house upset by 
an elopement.” 

“ Do not fear, senor, but that your needs will be attended to as well 
as possible,” said Ramon. “ I will take care of that.” 

“Oh,” said Mr. Chesney, who had the grace to look a little 
ashamed, “ anything will do. I only regret that we should intrude at 
such a time on people who are so much disturbed. What a very — um 
— unfortunate kind of young person this heiress appears to be ! — As 
for you,” added he, addressing Lorimer, “ I believe we spoke the other 
day of your chase of her. Instead of ending, it seems to be now only 
beginning.” 

“ So it appears,” Lorimer assented, despondently. 

They had all by this time mounted upon the flat-car, where the 
chairs from the deck of the tug were placed. Miss Chesney, however, 
declined to sit down, since the danger was great of flying off at a tan- 
gent into space: she preferred standing like the men, and balancing 
herself with the aid of her father’s arm. The little engine put itself 
in motion, climbed the steep grade with some puffing, and on gaining 
the top sounded a whistle of triumph and rattled away briskly over 
the level land, which now spread far as the eye could view, covered in 
the immediate foreground with fields of densely growing, luxuriant 
cane, and in the distance with forest. 

A few minutes brought them in sight of the smoking chimney of 
the sugar-house; a little later they paused before its great mass of 
machinery, where the air was filled with the odor of sugar, and where 


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Don Mariano, springing down, apologized for the fact that it was 
necessary to walk across the few yards intervening between the end 
of the track and the residence near by. This residence was a large 
wooden building, a single story in height, surrounded by a wide 
veranda. At sight of it Miss Chesney paused. 

“ I think,” she said to young Herresdorf, “ that Dona Lucia — is 
not that how you call her? — should have a little warning before we 
come upon her. Do you go, therefore, and beg her not to give herself 
any trouble about us. Meanwhile, as I have never seen the process 
of sugar-making, I will go over the sugar-house, if Senor Estragu6s 
does not object, and if he will call some one to act as our guide — 
for you will come too, papa, will you not? — No, Mr. Lorimer, cer- 
tainly not you also, because your duty is to go at once and make 
your communication of Felisa’s inheritance to Felisa’s step-mother and 
guardian.” 

“You think of everything, sefiorita,” said Ramon, “and you are 
very considerate. I will tell Dona Lucia what you say.” 

He then spoke to Don Mariano, who, answering, “ Si, si !” with 
great alacrity, called a young man from the sugar-house and committed 
the strangers to his care. Mr. Chesney somewhat reluctantly acqui- 
esced in his daughter’s arrangement, the wisdom of which was justi- 
fied in his eyes only by the reflection that it would give time for such 
preparations as might be required for their reception. 

It is unnecessary to follow Lorimer in his interview with the step- 
mother of the wilful Felisa. What he was chiefly struck with was the 
extreme unworldliness she displayed in her indifference to the news of 
the great fortune which the girl had inherited. It did not seem to 
occur to her, nor in any perceptible manner to augment her distress, 
that all benefit in this inheritance (if Stanford succeeded in his object) 
would now be lost to those wdio up to this time had cared for and 
befriended the otherwise friendless girl. 

“ Yes, it is a pity,” she agreed, “ a great pity, that Felisa should 
have gone away in ignorance of what would have given her the freedom 
she desired. For she was like a wild bird beating her wings against a 
cage, senor,” the kind woman added. “ But at least, if this is so, the 
man will — marry her?” 

“Marry her?” repeated Lorimer, grimly, when this was translated 
to him. “ Be sure of that. Until he marries her he has no claim 
upon the only thing he cares for, — her money. It is the heiress whom 
he has carried off, and to whom he has not breathed one word of her 
inheritance. But he must have known or suspected my errand in the 
island, else why should he have been in such haste? The lady of your 
heart, Ramon, was certainly satisfied with scant wooing.” 

“ She was so angry with me, seiior,” said Ramon, “ that she grasped 
the first means of revenge. Else this is not like Felisa, who is as 
proud as she is passionate.” 

“ The scoundrel found his opportunity ready-made for him,” said 
Lorimer. “ And the worst of it is that you and I both helped to 
make it. But if we are to frustrate him — of which, I fear, there is 
little hope — we must set to work at once. Find out everything about 


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the flight. Ask how they were mounted, and in what direction they 
are supposed to have gone.” 

Ramon turned to Don Mariano, who to these questions poured 
forth a flood of reply, from which the following sum of definite in- 
formation was extracted and translated to Lorimer. Stanford, it 
transpired, had on the day before visited a small native proprietor 
resident near by, who was the possessor of two horses, and bargained 
for their use for a few days. At daybreak he appeared at this man’s 
house, took the horses, and rode away, accompanied by a boy about 
twelve years old (the son of the owner), who was to bring them back. 
Further than this nothing was known positively. It was supposed 
that Felisa had been waiting for him near by, and that, having 
mounted her on one of the horses, he took the boy up behind himself 
on the other. But this was only conjecture. All that was certain was 
that they were gone, leaving behind the note from Felisa which Ramon 
now held in his hand, and that there was no clue to the road they had 
taken. 

“ But where is it supposed that they would go ?” Lorimer im- 
patiently asked. 

Ramon spread out his hands with a gesture which expressed a large 
ignorance on this point. 

“Senor,” he replied, “how can one say? The whole island is 
before them. We can know nothing until we follow and inquire. 
But in my opinion they will make for Samana.” 

“ Why for Samana ? Isn’t that very far from here ?” 

“ On the contrary, it is very near. You imagine it far because you 
were there in the ship, which then came around the coast to Santo 
Domingo City ; but by laud, across the island, it is but a short dis- 
tance.” 

“ How far ?” 

“ To Sanchez, at the head of Samana Bay, it is not more than 
twenty leagues from here.” 

“Is it possible? Then of course to Sanchez they would go, since 
they could there take ship and leave the island, which Stanford would 
certainly desire to do as quickly as possible. Does not the man from 
whom the horses were obtained know their destination ?” 

“ Don Mariano says that no information could be obtained from 
him.” 

“ Nevertheless, be sure he knows, and if the destination had not 
been near by he would not have given his horses, nor sent a child to 
bring them back alone. We may regard that as certain. However, 
it may be as well for you to see what you can do in the way of extract- 
ing information from him as soon as our arrangements for pursuit are 
made. Can Don Mariano mount us?” 

To this question Don Mariano promptly signified assent. He had 
not thought it necessary to take any steps toward pursuing Felisa 
when he had conceived her to be only a very wilful, troublesome, and 
unimportant person : indeed, it is likely that his sentiments with re- 
gard to her had been altogether in accord with those of Mr. Herres- 
dorf, and that he had secretly regarded her departure as a good rid- 


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dance. But his feeling also had undergone a great change since the 
news of her inheritance had reached him, and he was now ready and 
eager to aid in organizing pursuit. It appeared that he had at com- 
mand several very good horses, — better animals in every respect than 
those on which the eloping pair were mounted, — and while he went to 
have these made ready, Doila Lucia on her part hastened away to have 
a lunch spread as soon as possible, first begging Ramon to go and 
bring in Mr. and Miss Chesney, with the assurance that she would do 
her best for them. Lorimer, however, bade Ramon devote himself to 
the preparations for their immediate departure, while he would bear 
Dona Lucia’s message. 

Going over to the sugar-house, he met Mr. and Miss Chesney 
emerging from it, the former declaring that he did not find the fumes 
of boiling sugar sufficiently sustaining to take the place of more solid 
nourishment. “ The people can at least give one a glass of milk/’ he 
was saying when Lorimer met them. 

“ Dona Lucia begs that you will come over to the residence, where 
she will do all in her power to make you comfortable,” he said. “ She 
is at this moment engaged in preparing a lunch which it is to be hoped 
will include something besides a glass of milk.” 

“ If it includes that, I shall be satisfied,” said Mr. Chesney. 
“ Well, have you discovered anything further about the flight of your 
eloping pair?” 

“ Only that they will probably make for Sanchez, at the head of 
Samand Bay. It seems — strangely enough, to me — that we are near 
the place.” 

“ Why, of course we are near it,” exclaimed Miss Chesney. “ Have 
you never looked at a map of the island ? It is not more than a hun- 
dred miles across from Santo Domingo City to Samana, the two points 
being almost opposite each other, at the narrowest part of the island.” 

“ I am afraid that I don’t know much of the geography of Santo 
Domingo,” Lorimer admitted. “ But at all events I shall start in 
half an hour in that direction on a forlorn hope of pursuit.” 

“Very forlorn, I think,” said Mr. Chesney. “How are you 
going ?” 

“On horseback, of course. No one travels otherwise here, you 
know.” 

“ Papa,” said Miss Chesney, stopping abruptly to address her 
father, “ here is our chance to see something of the interior of the 
island. What is to prevent our taking horses also and going with Mr. 
Lorimer over to Samana ?” 

“ Katherine,” replied her father, with energy, “ I think you are 
distracted. What is to prevent us ? Why, everything. How are we 
prepared for any such expedition ?” 

“We are perfectly prepared,” said the young lady. “ In the vague 
hope of penetrating farther after we once got so far as this, I have 
brought everything necessary for a ride of a hundred — two hundred — 
three hundred miles ! In point of fact, I would undertake to explore 
the whole island with the equipment we have.” 

“ But it isn’t a hundred miles from here to Samana,” said Lorimer, 


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on whom flashed delightedly the hope of a companionship which 
would have made a journey over Sahara agreeable. “ At the utmost 
it is not reckoned to be more than sixty, and that seems doubtful. 
Really, sir,” — turning to Mr. Chesney , — " I wish you would take the 
idea into serious consideration. It is a good opportunity to see some- 
thing of the interior of this island, which is an absolute terra incognita 
even to its own inhabitants, and such a traveller as yourself cannot 
possibly be content to leave it without having seen any more than a 
fringe of coast.” 

“ H’m !” said Mr. Chesney, “ I don’t know. I doubt if there is 
anything in the interior to repay one for the certain hardships to be 
encountered.” 

“ There is everything,” cried his daughter, enthusiastically, “ and 
here we are at a good starting-point, with an easy destination ahead of 
us. Oh, papa, don’t think, don’t consider; just say that you will go.” 

“ Confound this heiress of yours, Lorimer !” said Mr. Chesney, 
irritably. “ I believe that she is at the bottom of the whole thing. — 
You want to go,” addressing his daughter, “ because of your interest 
in this ridiculous chase.” 

“ I am interested in it, — very much interested,” she acknowledged ; 
“ but if there were no heiress and no chase in question, I should still 
want to go. Think! It is only a ride of fifty or sixty miles at the 
utmost ; and what is that to us ? To people unaccustomed to travelling, 
or to horses, it might be something formidable; but not to us.” 

“ I doubt if there is such a thing as a decent horse to be had here,” 
said Mr. Chesney, beginning to waver. 

Miss Chesney shot a radiant glance at Lorimer, — a glance which 
said that she considered her point gained. 

“ Oh, I hope we may find some horses that can carry us,” she said, 
eagerly. “ Let us hasten and see.” 


XI. 

The man as well as the woman who hesitates is lost. It was 
vain after this for Mr. Chesney to attempt to stem his daughter’s de- 
termination to make one of the rescuing expedition. And in fact, 
after discussing the matter with Don Mariano, and being assured that 
the journey to Samana involved no hardship beyond that of one night 
spent on the wayside in some hut of the country, he began to think 
that it might be as well to embrace such an opportunity to see some- 
thing of a land almost as unknown to-day as when the great Discoverer 
led his little band of gentlemen over the mountain pass, still called in 
memory of them the Pass of the Hidalgos, into that plain, perhaps the 
most beautiful and most fertile in the world, which he named in his 
delight th e Vega Real , — Royal Plain. 

The horses Don Mariano provided for the party, which included 
himself, were not handsome in appearance, but wiry and enduring, as 
the horses of the island mostly are. And great was the surprise, 


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greater yet the admiration, of Lorimer and young Herresdorf when 
Miss Chesney made her appearance equipped in a linen riding-habit 
that sat admirably upon her slender figure, and wearing a soft felt hat 
which was as becoming as it was suitable for the occasion. In this 
attire, and with a light mackintosh tied behind her saddle, she declared 
herself ready to ride to the Haytian frontier, if need were. 

It was settled that the party should carry no weight, in order not 
to lessen the speed of their progress ; but a servant followed on another 
horse laden with their bags and with some hammocks which Dona 
Lucia was thoughtful enough to provide, — “ for beds you will not 
find,” she said, shaking her head. 

There was no long delay over these details of departure. Within 
an hour after Lorimer had met Mr. and Miss Chesney at the door of 
the sugar-house, they were mounted and riding away, for every one 
knew that if there was now little hope of saving the headstrong girl 
from the fate she had brought upon herself, that slender hope was 
diminished by every moment of further delay. Even Mr. Chesney 
began to show signs that the spirit of the pursuit was waking within 
him, and made no protest when it was declared that they must ride as 
briskly as possible. Their horses were fresh, and they started off at a 
good pace. 

“ I am almost ashamed to say that I find this very exhilarating and 
delightful,” Katherine Chesney confessed to Lorimer as they rode side 
by side over a road which wound through the luxuriant cane-fields 
toward the forest before them. “ It would be delightful enough 
simply to be mounted on horseback and going into scenes new, fresh, 
and wild ; but when the excitement and interest of the chase on which 
w T e are bent are added to it, it is an experience which I would not have 
missed for anything. Really, Mr. Lorimer, I owe a great deal to you 
and your heiress.” 

“ I am glad you enjoy it,” said Lorimer, smiling. “ It reconciles 
me to what I should otherwise consider a very disagreeable business. 
For I confess I don’t like pursuing runaway young ladies. It is not 
exactly the role I should choose in the drama of an elopement.” 

She laughed. “ But remember that this is not an ordinary elope- 
ment. Our object is not to separate lovers, however foolish, but to 
rescue a deluded girl ” 

“ And her millions.” 

“ Certainly her millions, from the man who is carrying her off for 
the sake of those millions. We are chasing him — remember that : we 
are trying to defeat him in one of the most audacious schemes of ab- 
duction ever attempted.” 

“ Can one exactly call it abduction, when the lady has gone of her 
own free will ?” 

“ Do you consider it free will, when she is in ignorance of his mo- 
tive, and wild with passion besides?” 

“ Not to speak of an amiable desire to revenge herself on the man 
she has up to this time professed to love. It is really impossible for 
me to feel any interest in the chase on her account ; but I agree that 
we want to frustrate the scoundrel who has carried her off, and I sup- 


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pose the Anglo-Saxon blood for which you were scorning me on our 
way up the river is pleasantly excited by the fact of chasing anything.” 

She could not but laugh again. “ Well, who ever questioned that 
a chase is exciting ? Oh, do you think there is the least hope that we 
shall overtake them ?” 

“ Not much, I am afraid, — to speak quite candidly. But we should 
not feel satisfied unless we made the effort, you know.” 

“ Not you and I, at least. For I cannot forget that your delay — 
of which I was the cause — brought all this about.” 

“ Don't exaggerate. It only gave an opportunity which no one 
could possibly have foreseen. And I confess that I cannot altogether 
regret it, when I think that as one consequence we are making this 
little expedition together, and that you are enjoying it.” 

“ I can't help that,” said she, a little contritely ; “ but my heart is 
quite set on accomplishing the object of our expedition, I assure you. 
Why are we stopping here now?” 

“ This, I presume, is the house of the man who furnished the horses, 
and who is supposed to know something of the route of the absconding 
pair.” 

“ You speak as if they were forgers,” said Miss Chesney, as she 
drew up her horse where the others had already paused, in front of one 
of the palm-thatched houses common in the country, — a rude, simple 
building of two rooms, with one or two primitive outhouses. Under 
a great tamarind-tree in front of this dwelling, a man of the darkly 
mixed blood of the island paisanos stood, talking with a rather sullen 
air to Don Mariano and Ramon. 

“ I don't understand what that fellow is saying,” Lorimer observed, 
“ but I am sure from his manner that we are wasting time in halting 
here. There is no information to be drawn from him.” 

But this proved to be a mistake. Questioned authoritatively, the 
man finally admitted that the horses had been engaged to go to Sanchez, 
from which place his son was to bring them back. Of anything save 
this bare fact he professed complete ignorance. 

“ It does not matter,” said Ramon, turning to Lorimer as they rode 
on. “We are certain now that we are on the right road. The rest 
lies with their horses — and with ours.” 

“Do you know anything of their horses?” Lorimer asked. 

“ Don Mariano says that they are very poor. He thinks they will 
certainly break down in crossing the cordillera.” 

“Ah!” cried Miss Chesney, with a smile, “we shall cross the 
mountains, then?” 

“ Without doubt, senorita : did you not know it? We must cross 
them to reach the north side of the island. Where do we cross? 
There is only one place, — the Sillon de la ViudaP 

“ The Widow's Saddle,” translated Miss Chesney. “ What a 
singular name !” 

“The defile looks in the distance like the deep seat of a saddle,” 
Ramon explained. “ But why of a widow, I do not know. There is 

a story, no doubt Ah, senorita, you are startled ! Do you not 

know what that was ?” 


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It had been a sudden, sharp report, like a pistol-shot close at hand, 
— for they had now entered the forest, — which made Miss Chesney sud- 
denly rein up her horse. “ Certainly I know what it was,” she replied, 
quickly. “ It was the discharge of a gun.” 

“ Not at all. It was only the explosion of the higuero — I know 
not how you call it. Mire /” He rode into the woods, and in a mo- 
ment returned, bearing a corrugated, tomato-shaped fruit in his hand. 
“ This it was,” he said. “ When it is dry, it explodes suddenly with a 
loud noise, as you heard, and scatters the seed, of which it is full, in 
all directions.” 

“ The sand-box fruit,” said Lorimer. “ I have heard of it, but I 
never saw it before. Like Miss Chesney, I had no doubt that report 
was caused by the discharge of fire-arms.” 

“Dare you put it in your pocket?” asked she, handing it to him 
with a smile. “ I must take it home, unless it explodes meanwhile.” 

And now for a time there was little conversation possible, for their 
way was the merest apology for a road, being in fact hardly more than 
a trail cut through the forest by the simple means of clearing out the 
dense undergrowth and such trees as stood immediately in the line 
followed. As they rode in single file, with the thick foliage arching 
over their heads and the wonderful tropical verdure on each hand, it 
was difficult to believe they were following any path at all, and not 
breaking a way for themselves through the virgin wilderness. Then 
came the fording of swift, clear, flashing streams, the banks of which 
were such a marvel of vegetation, of climbing, flowering vines and 
parasites, of exquisite orchids and beautiful ferns, that only the thought 
of the pressing necessity for haste prevented Miss Chesney from de- 
manding a halt, that the eye might be, in some degree at least, satisfied 
with gazing upon these strange, new forms of beauty. 

Then presently out of the forest again and riding over rolling 
savannas, broken by belts of timber and covered by luxuriant grass, 
but almost entirely without sign of cultivation or habitation. And 
here came into view the mountains toward which their faces were set, 
— glorious, cloud-capped heights, to the feet of which rolled these 
magnificent plains. Katherine Chesney uttered an exclamation of 
delight. 

“ Oh, what a picture ! What a scene !” she cried. “ And it is 
there we are going ?” 

“ Yes, senorita,” Ramon answered. “Do you see that deep de- 
pression yonder in the range ? That is the Sillon de la Viuda ; there 
we must cross.” 

“ Can we cross to-day ?” 

“Hardly, I fear. We are still many leagues distant from the 
cordillera. If we can only reach the foot of the mountains by night, 
so as to be ready to ascend early to-morrow, we shall do well.” 

“ But if we stop,” said she, “ I do not see how we can possibly 
overtake those whom we are pursuing, and who have so much the 
advantage of us in their start.” 

“Putting all question of ourselves aside,” said Lorimer, “it would 
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“ Indefinitely, — no. I never thought of that. But we should go 
on until we reach the place where they have stopped. Else what is 
gained by our riding after them ?” 

“If we were alone, we men, and our horses could stand it, we 

might do that ” Lorimer was beginning, when she interrupted him 

impetuously : 

“What do you mean by talking in that manner? c If you were 
alone/ Do you suppose 1 came along to be a drag upon you, to retard 
your movements in any degree? Do you imagine that I am not as 
capable of riding on until we accomplish our end as you are? If I 
had thought otherwise I certainly would not have come. I am aston- 
ished at you, Mr. Lorimer, — astonished. I thought you knew me 
better.” 

“ I should have done so,” replied Lorimer, meekly. “ I am rather 
astonished at myself for venturing to suggest that you had any femi- 
nine weakness. We’ll promise not to consider you, then ; but we 
must not break down our horses, you know : that would be to make 
success impossible. And I fancy that by the time we reach the foot 
of those mountains yonder we shall be obliged to give them a rest.” 

“ If we can only reach there !” said Ramon, gazing at the great 
mass of the yet distant range, as if his fiery impatience were almost 
more than he could bear. 

“ If we only had some roads !” said Lorimer. “ I am sure this is 
the original trail of the conquistador es, and that no one has ever done 
a stroke of work on it since they made it.” 

“There is a faint hope,” said Ramon, on whose preoccupied atten- 
tion this remark fell unheeded, “ that if we can reach the foot of the pass 
we may there find those whom we seek. It is true they have the start 
of us by several hours ; but, unless they are able to cross the mountains 
before night, they must stop on this side; for no one would attempt 
the pass after nightfall. Now, it is not likely they have been able to 
cross, because their horses are poor, and the roads, as you perceive, are 
very bad. Therefore, I repeat, there is a hope — a faint hope — of over- 
taking them at the foot of the pass, if we are only able to reach there 
ourselves.” 

Miss Chesney set her mouth in a resolute line. “ We must reach 
there,” she said. “ It is not a thing to be debated or questioned ; it 
simply must be done. I, for one, will not consent to stop short of it.” 

Ramon glanced at the sun with something like a groan. At that 
moment he would have given much for the power of Joshua. “If 
we can accomplish it !” he said. “ But it will be hard work.” 

It was hard work, both for the horses and their riders. The con- 
dition of the roads made fast riding an impossibility, let them chafe as 
they would, and although whenever they found themselves on an open 
stretch of the llanos they had a wild and, to Katherine and Lorimer, 
an exhilarating gallop, their progress was on the whole so much re- 
tarded that the near approach of night — which follows in this tropical 
region almost immediately on the setting of the sun — found them still 
several miles distant from the great cordillera, which now loomed 
before them like a mighty wall. 


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“Senorita,” said Ramon, suddenly riding up to Miss Chesney’s 
side, “ we are now near an estancia , — that is, a small farm, you know, 
— where Don Mariano and your father are talking of stopping for the 
night. It is well that you shall stop ; but Mr. Lorimer and I will, I 
think, ” — he glanced at Lorimer, — “ ride on to the foot of the pass. 
We cannot be much more than a league distant from it now.” 

“ And if you can ride on,” said Miss Chesney, “ what is there to 
prevent our doing so? I will not consent to stop. It is absurd. We 
are not riding to amuse ourselves, — at least not primarily, — and since 
we came out to do a thing, we should do it.” 

These sentiments she very forcibly repeated to her father and Don 
Mariano when they presently announced to her their intention of stop- 
ping at the estancia; and such was the effect of her eagerness and 
eloquence, not to speak of her obstinacy, that it was finally resolved to 
push on and make an effort to reach the foot of the pass before night 
absolutely fell upon them. 

“You acknowledge that there is a faint hope of finding them 
there,” she said to Don Mariano, “ a faint hope that they have not 
been able to cross the mountain. How, then, can you entertain for a 
moment the idea of halt or delay? Is it not imperative that we 
should rescue that girl at the earliest possible moment?” 

“ Yes, yes, that is certainly imperative,” Don Mariano agreed, 
somewhat awed by her flashing eyes. “ But it is only a hope, a very 
faint hope, which we have of overtaking them this side of the pass ; 
and if we do not, and are belated in the woods ” 

With a curling lip she pointed to the sky. Floating high in the 
eastern heaven was the moon, very near its full, — a beautiful pale 
white orb in the sunlight pouring upon it, but with the promise of an 
infinite resplendency when the king of day should be withdrawn and 
her chaste majesty should rule the night. 

“ Is there any danger of our being very badly belated with that to 
guide us?” she asked. 

“That,” replied her father, dryly, “can show us our way, it is 
true, but it cannot provide us with shelter.” 

“ Oh, for shelter,” said Ramon, eagerly, “ there is an empty house 
— a hut, but as good as that at which you were about to stop — -just at 
the foot of the mountain, where travellers often halt. With the ham- 
mocks, you can be as comfortable there as at the estancia , — perhaps 
more so.” 

“ Then, in heaven’s name, let us get on,” said Mr. Chesney, pet- 
tishly. 

And so they pressed on. Their horses were now very tired, so fast 
riding was impossible ; but as the sun presently sank in the west, with 
a wonderful but short-lived glory of gold, the air freshened, and a de- 
licious breeze, filled with a wild, sylvan fragrance, inexpressibly sugges- 
tive of the mountains whence it came, began to blow in their faces from 
the great heights they were steadily approaching. It revived their ener- 
gies, exhausted by the long ride during the hot afternoon, and in the 
more elastic tread of their horses they perceived that these also felt it. 
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her enchantment to the scenes through which they rode, to the deep 
forests, where the air was heavy with perfume, to swift, silvery streams 
pouring down from their mountain sources, and to the wide glory of 
spreading plains and majestic towering heights, a silence as of awe 
in the vast, marvellous beauty of nature fell upon them. Katherine 
Chesney said to herself that she would never forget this ride as long 
as she lived. 

But, enchantment though it was, it came to an end at last. Just 
when Miss Chesney began to think that it was like a dream which 
need have no ending, but would go on indefinitely in ever-deepening 
beauty, Ramon, who was riding in front, uttered an exclamation and 
turned to his companions. 

“ The house !” he said, pointing. 

The next instant they saw before them the house of which he 
spoke, — a rude, thatched hut, standing near the road, by the side of 
a stream singing over its stones, and under the shade of immense 
spreading trees. 

They looked at each other. Apparently those whom they sought 
were not here, for all was still, dark, and silent ; no horses were fastened 
near the house, nor was there any gleam of light. 

Ramon said nothing. He rode forward and flung himself from 
his saddle before the door. 

The rest of the party halted and sat motionless on their horses, 
watching him. Instinctively they felt that it was his right to enter 
that house first and determine if it was as empty as it seemed. And 
yet, as he disappeared in the door- way, for door there was none, a 
sudden thought came to Lorimer. “ He may need help,” he muttered, 
and sprang from his horse. 

He had hardly done so, and, with his bridle in his hand, taken a 
few steps toward the door, when Ramon reappeared, his face, as the 
moonlight shone upon it, ghastly pale. 

“ Come !” he said, quickly, as his glance fell on Lorimer. “ The 
man is here, — wounded.” 


XII. 

Lorimer delayed only a moment, to repeat to the others what had 
been said, and to add in imperative aside to Mr. Chesney, “ Don’t allow 
Miss Chesney to enter,” before he hurried into the house. 

Its interior seemed to him so dark, although the brilliant moonlight 
was pouring in through chinks and crevices of the rude walls as well 
as through the wide, empty door-way, that he could not at first dis- 
tinguish anything. But a groan guided his steps, and the next moment 
he was standing by a man’s prostrate form, which lay extended on the 
earthen floor. 

“ What is the matter?” he demanded, sternly. u How are you hurt ?” 

The man ceased groaning to utter an astonished oath. “ Who are 
you?” he asked. “ What is a white man doing in this infernal place?” 

“ Never mind who I am” (more sternly). “ How are you hurt?” 


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“ Fm stabbed — killed, likely — by a she-devil ! She’s my murder- 
ess, if I die. Remember that.” 

“ You’ll die now, this instant, if she has been harmed !” cried 
Ramon, fiercely. “ Where is she?” 

“ She’s gone, curse her !” was the reply. “ She stabbed me, and 
then, taking the horses, made off, leaving me to die. She is my 
murderess, I tell you. Her name is Felisa Ancram.” 

“We know perfectly well who she is — and who you are,” said 
Lorimer, coolly, restraining Ramon by a strong hand on his arm. 
“We are here, a party of us,” — Don Mariano had now entered, — “ in 
order to take her out of your hands. We have been following you all 
day, and it is on the whole a good thing for you that you are found in 
a helpless condition. But be sure of one thing,” — his voice again grew 
sternly significant, — “ your helplessness will not serve you to escape 
your deserts if Felisa Ancram has suffered the least injury at your 
hands.” 

“ She suffer injury at my hands, d — n her!” cried the man, in a 
tone of mingled rage and fear. “It is just the other way. I am in- 
jured — murdered, perhaps — by her, and only because I tried to kiss 
her. As if a man hadn’t a right to kiss the girl who was running 
away with him !” 

“ We will take your statement for what it is worth until we find 
the young lady,” said Lorimer. “It will not be well for you then if 
it does not agree with hers. Now, as a matter of humanity, I suppose 
we must look after your wound.” 

He turned to Ramon, but Ramon was talking to Don Mariano, 
pouring forth in Spanish a recital of what the man had said, and, see- 
ing that there was no assistance to be hoped for in that quarter, he 
went outside, where Mr. and Miss Chesney, having dismounted, were 
standing in the moonlight, holding their horses. 

“ Oh, here is Mr. Lorimer,” cried the young lady, in a tone of 
eagerness, as he appeared. “Now we shall know what this means.” 

He could not but smile as he went up to her. “ It means,” he said, 
“ that the astonishing Felisa has developed a new role . She has stabbed 
the man with whom she eloped, left him with perfect nonchalance, 
taken the horses, and continued her journey alone.” 

“ What !” exclaimed Mr. Chesney, while his daughter cried in- 
credulously, 44 It is impossible !” 

“The man is in this hut,” Lorimer replied; “stabbed — danger- 
ously, he thinks — by this gentle young lady, for no other reason, he 
says, than that he attempted to kiss her.” 

“ Mr. Lorimer ! you don’t believe it ?” 

“It is very likely that he lies,” returned Lorimer, coolly, “but 
equally probable that he is telling the truth. I confess I am ready to 
believe anything of my interesting heiress. At all events, we must 
accept his statement until she contradicts it. And meanwhile we are 
bound to look after his wound, helpless as he is in our hands.” 

“ I suppose so,” the young lady agreed, “ although I am perfectly 
sure that he has only got what he deserved. Have you examined the 
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“ Certainly not : how could I, in that dark place ?” 

“ You must bring him outside,” said Mr. Chesney. “ This moon- 
light is brilliant enough for any purpose, and I will examine him. 
The necessities of life have taught me a little surgical knowledge, 
and we never travel without simple aids in case of accident — eh, 
Katherine ?” 

“ Certainly not, papa. I have a roll of surgeon’s plaster with me ; 
but it is in my bag, and that is not here yet.” 

“ It will come in time, perhaps. Meanwhile we’ll see how he is 
hurt, and improvise some bandages.” 

“ I’m rather afraid of moving him,” said Lorimer, hesitatingly. 
“ If he is badly hurt, the danger of bleeding would be great, you know. 
And yet to do anything for him without light is impossible.” 

“ So impossible that we must risk it,” said Mr. Chesney, entering 
the house. 

The moment after he and Lorimer had gone in, Ramon stalked out, 
indignation on his handsome young face. 

“ Do you know,” he said, walking up to Miss Chesney, “ that they 
are going to doctor that scoundrel — tie up his wound — I don’t know 
what not — while what he deserves is to be left to die like a dog !” 

“ He deserves it, perhaps,” she replied, “ but one must consider 
humanity even in the case of a scoundrel, you know. And we must 
also remember,” she added, for the young man’s pale, fierce face rather 
frightened her, “ that Felisa went with him of her own will, and that 
she seems to have punished him severely for a very trifling offence.” 

“ That is his story. How do we know that it is true ?” said he. 
“ Not that I think her to blame if it is true. She was right, — quite 
right.” 

“ Well, right or wrong,” pursued Miss Chesney, “ it will be awk- 
ward for her if the man dies. So, for her sake, you see, we must try 
to save his life.” 

“ Awkward for her? — not at all,” said Ramon. “Do you think 
any one would blame her for defending herself? There is not a man 
in Santo Domingo that would not applaud her.” 

“ Perhaps so, but — er — you must remember that it was her own 
fault that she was in the position on which the man presumed.” 

“If he were worth calling a man” (very hotly), “he would have 
felt bound to treat her with more respect because she had trusted her- 
self to him.” 

“You are a dear, chivalrous boy,” said Miss Chesney, patting him 
on the arm as if she had been his mother, “and your sentiments are 
those of a paladin. But it will not do, it really will not do, for a 
woman to fancy that men in general are paladins. That, I suppose, 
was your Felisa’s mistake. But here comes the man who has suffered 
for it — and for his own. Poor wretch ! he looks half dead.” 

“ From fear of death !” said Ramon, scornfully. 

And indeed fear of death had a great deal to do with Mr. Stan- 
ford’s condition, as the examination of his wound soon proved. It had 
been inflicted by a small, keen dagger, which, instead of penetrating 
the heart, as it might have done had the blow been dealt by a stronger 
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and more practised hand, had, happily for him, glanced from the rib, 
and made only a deep and painful flesh-wound, which had bled pro- 
fusely, but was not in itself dangerous, Mr. Chesney declared. The 
man with the baggage came up while the examination was in progress, 
so that the plaster was produced, handkerchiefs were used as bandages, 
and the wound was not unskilfully bound up. The patient was then 
propped against a tree, given a stimulant to revive him, for he was 
faint from loss of blood, and sternly bidden to give a full and (if he 
were wise) truthful account of his late proceedings. 

On the degree of his astonishment, the intensity of his mortifica- 
tion, when he recognized the familiar faces of his late fellow-voyagers, 
Lorimer and the Chesneys, in this hostile party which had so unex- 
pectedly overtaken him, it is not necessary to dwell. The humiliation 
of his position, the complete failure of his bold stroke for securing 
possession of a great fortune, made him furious ; and at first he re- 
fused to speak, taking refuge in sullenness and pretended weakness. 
But a few forcible words from Lorimer were sufficient to unclose his 
lips. 

“ See here,” said that gentleman. “ As I have already told you, 
we have no intention of adding to the injury which you have — very 
justly, I am sure — received from Dona Felisa, until we hear whether 
or not she corroborates your account. Until we find her, you are safe, 
and if when we find her your story proves to be true, we will let you 
go — with the contempt you have merited. But meanwhile it appears 
to me that you are dependent upon us for everything. We have found 
you here without any means of getting away or even of sustaining 
life, and, if you do not desire that we leave you in the same condition, 
it will be well for you to tell us what we want to know.” 

“ What is that ?” asked the other, opening his eyes with a glance 
which matched the snarl of his voice. 

“ In the first place” (very suavely), “ how did you discover that the 
young lady was so well worth carrying off*?” 

“ Was there any mystery in that? How did you discover it? As 
for me, I was sent here to find the Ancram heirs. Since you know all 
about it, I suppose you are on the same errand.” 

“ We are not at present discussing my business. Kindly inform 
us who sent you here to find the Ancram heirs.” 

“ A person who had a right to send me.” 

“ Any one, I presume, has that right. The question is not of right, 
but of interest. Was it some one who was interested in their not being 
found ?” 

“ What is the use of beating about the bush ?” replied the other, 
impatiently. “Of course it was Miss Harrison: who else had any 
interest in the matter ? I am a distant cousin of hers, and she sent me 
to look for the missing heirs, with instructions to find means to convey 
them to some place where they would not be likely to hear of the search 
for them.” 

Lorimer looked at Miss Chesney, who was seated somewhat in the 
background, but near enough to hear all that was said. There was a 
smile in his eyes, which she understood to be a recognition of the ac- 


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curacy with which she had divined the nature of this man’s errand 
to the island. Then he glanced back at the speaker, amused, con- 
temptuous. 

“ And were you, in accordance with your instructions, intending to 
convey the heiress of the Ancram fortune where she would never be 
likely to hear of that fortune, when you induced her to leave her 
home ?” he asked, 

“Am I likely to have been such a fool?” returned the other, 
shortly. “ When I found the heirs resolved into one girl, of course I 
made up my mind at once to throw over Miss Harrison’s interest and 
look out for my own. My plan was to get hold of her before she 
heard the news, and marry her off-hand. For all practical purposes 
the fortune would then have been mine. I shouldn’t have been in 
such haste. I should have gone to work more slowly, only I didn’t 
know what day would bring the news. I never suspected you had it, 
or I might have acted differently.” 

“I don’t really see that you could have acted with a more single 
regard for your own interest, or with more energy in attempting to 
secure it, if you had known,” remarked Lorimer, calmly. “ Your 
failure seems to lie in the fact that you were thinking too much of the 
fortune to give sufficient attention to the character of the woman with 
whom you had to deal. Now tell us how you induced her to elope 
with you. Did you make love to her?” 

“ No. As soon as I began that I saw it wouldn’t do. But I also 
saw that she was in a state of mind which made it easy to work upon her 
by other means. She was discontented with her life, recklessly anxious 
to escape from it, and so angry, when I first met her, with somebody 
or something,” — Ramon could not restrain a motion which drew Miss 
Chesney’s compassionate glance to him, — “ that she was as easy to influ- 
ence and as blind to consequences as a child. I introduced myself 
to her as an old friend of her father’s, you know — or he knows” (a 
gesture toward Don Mariano), “and this made it easy to gain her con- 
fidence. She told me she had a plan of running away and going to the 
States, asked my advice, and wanted to know if I thought she could 
support herself after she reached there. Of course I encouraged her, 
offered to help her, told her I would take her over to Samana, where 
we could catch the steamer for New York. Nothing was said of final 
results, but it never entered my mind that any woman could be such a 
fool as not to know what she commits herself to when she runs away 
with a man. But I am bound to believe that she either didn’t know 
or didn’t care. At all events, she just meant to make use of me, and 
that was all. Well, we got off early, as you probably know, and rode 
all day, but the horses were such wretched brutes that it was late in 
the afternoon when we reached this place. It was necessary to rest for 
a while, and I was for staying here all night, — I never thought of 
pursuit, — but she wouldn’t hear of it, insisted that we should go on, 
and finally carried her point. I agreed to go on, but said I must have 
a kiss in payment. She refused. I caught hold of her, and quick as 
lightning she had out a knife and stabbed me. I thought I- was done 
for, — I bled like an ox, — but much she cared ! She got on her horse, 


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put the boy on mine, and rode off, without caring whether I lived or 
died. She’s a devil, I tell you, — a regular devil !” 

“She is a brave girl, who knows how to treat a brute like you,” 
cried Ramon. “ If you speak of her again except with respect, you 
will answer to me, wounded or not.” 

Stanford gave him an evil look, but did not otherwise notice his 
speech, continuing to address himself to Lorimer. 

“ Now you have the whole story, and I hope your curiosity is satis- 
fied. If I die of this wound, — and it/s more than probable in this 
d — d climate, — I want it understood again that it was deliberate 
murder.” 

“ You will not die,” said Mr. Chesney, “ unless inflammation sets in 
to an uncommon degree. But you will not be able to ride for several 
days.” 

“ Then what the devil am I to do ? Stay here and starve in this 
hole in the wilderness?” 

“We will decide what to do with you before we go on,” said Lori- 
mer. “ Meanwhile,” — he rose as he spoke, — “I am sure we all stand 
in need of immediate refreshment in the form of supper.” 


XIII. 

Half an hour later Katherine Chesney said to herself that she 
should never forget the scene before her, never cease to congratulate 
herself upon the fortunate chance which had enabled her to witness it. 

Certainly nothing could be imagined more romantically picturesque 
than her immediate surroundings. Supper over, she had withdrawn a 
little from the group of men — who still remained in easy attitudes, 
most of them smoking, near the fire which had been kindled for making 
the coffee — and regarded the whole picture with an artist’s eye for 
effect, delighting in every detail of its wild beauty. The great cordil- 
lera, at the foot of which they were encamped, rose in towering majesty 
above them, its vast, deeply furrowed sides covered with impenetrable 
forest, from which came wafted all those aromatic odors of tropical 
growths which the land-breeze carries far out to sea, to fill the mind 
of the traveller in some wave-cradled ship with visions of these green 
gorges, filled with luxuriant vegetation and with the eternal melody of 
falling, flashing waters. Some of these waters were even now pouring 
close beside her over the rocks which strove to bar their course, falling 
in fairy cataracts and filling the solitude with their silvery song. En- 
compassing the open spot where the hut stood, the horses were tethered, 
and the fire blazed, were the woods, with all their varied verdure, their 
climbing vines and gorgeous parasites. The broad flood of silver 
moonlight falling over these, and shining on the remote, mysterious, 
solemn heights of the great mountains, thrilled like music through the 
sensitive appreciation of the woman regarding it. She forgot the drama 
which had amused and interested her in this adventure — the passion- 
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mercenary schemer who had so unexpectedly touched a point of tragedy 
— in the deeper thought, the deeper emotion, roused by this penetrating 
charm of Nature in her wildest, freshest form. 

Presently there was a stir of the party around the fire. The servant 
who had been hanging the hammocks — two within the hut for Mr. and 
Miss Chesney, and the rest to the boughs of trees without — had now 
finished his work, and it was necessary to place the injured Stanford 
in that which was allotted to him. This having been accomplished, 
Lorimer strolled over to where Miss Chesney was seated at the foot of 
a tall palm-tree, her hands clasped around her knees in meditative 
attitude. 

“ Is this romantic enough to satisfy you ?” he asked, divining her 
mood, as he came up to her with a smile. “ Or would you like things 
more unconventional, more adventurous still ?” 

“I could not wish — I could not imagine — anything more beautiful 
than this,” she answered, indicating with a gesture the picture before 
them. “ I cannot tell you how much I am indebted to you for being the 
providence which has brought me here.” 

“ Oh, as for that,” — he sat down beside her, — “ the indebtedness is 
all the other way. Your presence makes this excursion delightful, 
which otherwise would be a very tiresome and annoying experience 
indeed.” 

“ I don't see how it could possibly be that, under any circumstances, 
it is so full of dramatic surprises.” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “ I am afraid that I don't enjoy dra- 
matic surprises, — especially in the form of a wounded man whom, 
owing to his wound, one can't kick as one would like to, and a runaway 
young lady with a dagger for luggage.” 

“ I have quite taken Felisa back into my good opinion,” said Miss 
Chesney, calmly. “She is a fool, of course, — an absolute fool, — but 
she never meant to run away with that man in the manner we imagined. 
So much is clear from his story.” 

“ Then it is flattery to call her a fool : she must be an idiot,” said 
Lorimer, “and even more of a tigress than I imagined. ( A regular 
devil,' as that fellow yonder so feelingly declared.” 

Miss Chesney laughed. “ Was not his rage amusing? One could 
see how she turned on him with blazing eyes and whipped out that 
dagger. Oh, I like her; say what you will, I like her. She is so very 
unconventional.” 

“ Well, yes, decidedly unconventional,” Lorimer agreed. “ To run 
away with a man after two days' acquaintance, stab him on somewhat 
slight provocation, and then ride off, leaving him probably to die alone, 
is somewhat out of the line of ordinary conventionality, one must 
admit. As for how admirable it may be ” 

“ Oh, I said nothing about her conduct being admirable. But she 
is interesting : one likes to speculate on what she will do next. Has 
anybody the least idea where she has gone ?” 

“ Not the least. But after we have crossed the mountains to-morrow 
we shall begin to inquire for an errant damsel, attended by a small boy. 
She may still intend to sail for New York from Sanchez.” 


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“But if she has no money ?” 

“ That is an immaterial point to one whose knowledge of the world 
appears so extensive. And, as we are aware, it will not be a difficulty 
to hamper her long.” 

“ Certainly not. But think of five millions in the hands of such a 
child ! What do you suppose she will do with it?” 

“The question rather is, what will she not do with it? But for 
some years, you know, she must have a guardian : she is only seventeen.” 

“ Perhaps you will be the guardian.” 

“ No, thank Heaven. My duties in connection with her will be 
over when I have communicated the news of her inheritance.” 

“ Don’t flatter yourself that they will be anything of the kind. 
She will then elect you her knight, and place herself under your pro- 
tection to be conveyed to the States.” 

“Not if I know myself!” (with energy.) “ Nothing would induce 
me to take charge of her for an hour.” 

“ I am astonished at you,” said Miss Chesney, laughing. “ Your 
lack of a sense of duty, and of the opportunity opening before you, is 
most reprehensible. Fate has arranged things perfectly for you, if 
you would only take advantage of them. Here is this wild, beautiful 
creature, who has quarrelled with her lover, flung off* the control of 
her guardians, and baffled the man who thought he had entrapped her, 
ready to pass into your hands, and you will have none of her ! What 
can I say to rouse you to a sense of the possibilities of the situation ?” 

“I think,” he replied, quietly, “that you have said enough, — 
enough, that is, to indicate to me certain things which there is really no 
necessity to make plainer. There is no necessity, for example, to prove 
further how poor an opinion you have of me, by urging me to adopt the 
despicable rdle of a fortune-hunter. I understand very clearly by this 
time that you consider me fit for nothing else, and that you wish to 
mark distinctly the presumption of any hopes which I may entertain 
with regard to yourself. But pray be satisfied with the assurance that 
I entertain no such hopes, and allow me to throw away my opportunity 
for following the illustrious example of Mr. Stanford, with the certainty 
that I can thereby fall no lower in your opinion than I have, for some 
inscrutable reason, already fallen.” 

As quietly as he had spoken, he then rose and walked away, leaving 
a very much astonished young lady sitting at the foot of a palm-tree, 
gazing after him. 

“ Well !” she finally said to herself, with a long-drawn breath. “ At 
least, Mr. Lorimer, you have made one thing plain to me, — that you 
have a very bad temper, and that I must not amuse myself by jesting 
about the heiress any more. I have no doubt been a fool to talk to 
you on the subject ; and you are even more of a fool not to understand 
me any better. But there ! men are all fools where women are con- 
cerned ; and I shall undoubtedly leave both you and her severely alone 
in future ” 

In pursuance of this resolution, Miss Chesney ignored Mr. Lorimer 
quite loftily for the remainder of the evening, and after she had re- 
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the foot of the palm-tree where she had made, he thought, so charming 
a picture, and, while he smoked a pipe, not of peace, to gaze at the 
serene majesty of the great cordillera and meditate likewise on the 
text that all men are fools, — especially when they chance to be in 
love. 

The little camp was astir at the first break of the beautiful tropical 
dawn the next morning. It had been decided, after much consultation 
the night before, that the servant should be left with Stanford, since 
the party could reach Sanchez before the next night, and would not 
therefore need the camping outfit which he carried. In order to ac- 
complish this, however, an early start was necessary, with some re- 
arrangement of saddles, so that each rider might carry his own special 
luggage and a small amount of food for a noonday meal. 

In these arrangements Miss Chesney proved herself at once active 
and capable, her suggestions being excellent and her assistance ener- 
getic. Lorimer was conscious of a change in her manner toward him- 
self, — a certain stiffening and constraint, so slight that only a very 
sensitive consciousness would have been aware of it. But he was so 
keenly aware both of this and of a corresponding sense of effort on 
his own part that when they started he made no attempt to claim his 
place of the day before by her side, but left that to Ramon, while he 
rode soberly behind with Mr. Chesney and Don Mariano. 

Progress was soon resolved into a slow, laborious upward climb in 
single file along trails to which the name of roads could be applied only 
in mockery. They were now in that narrow defile of the mountains 
which is the chief — almost the only — pass between the north and south 
sides of the island, and which is of the utmost strategic importance, 
since a mere handful of men could here successfully dispute the passage 
of an army. The path, if path it could be called, which they followed, 
lay along the sides of the great heights towering above them, covered 
with dense forest, while below one deep ravine after another opened 
its green, verdure-filled gulf. Higher and higher they climbed, up 
ascents so steep that it was necessary to clutch the manes, even to em- 
brace the necks, of the horses, to avoid slipping backward ; and it was 
only when they paused to rest themselves and breathe the panting ani- 
mals that they could take in the world of beauty lying around them on 
these vast, untrodden hills. Drenched with almost perpetual moisture 
from the clouds which the deep breast of the ocean sends to kiss their 
lofty summits, these majestic heights, the birthplaces of unnumbered 
streams, are covered with such wonders of tropic growth, such inde- 
scribable variety of trees, ferns, vines, and plants, as might set a 
botanist wild. But to gasp out a few breathless ejaculations of ad- 
miration and delight was all that was possible in these brief halts, then 
to press forward again for the summit of the range, which lay still 
above them. Now and then white mists closed over their path, dis- 
solving away presently in exquisite wreaths of vapor trailing through 
the green lacery of the tree-ferns, which are perhaps the loveliest of 
all the creations of Nature in these marvellous regions. 

Finally, after a time devoted to this climbing toil, which seemed 
longer than it really was and yet was long enough to contain much 


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possibility of fatigue, they gained the last height and stood upon the 
summit of the Sillon de la Viuda. 

And then what a scene was before them ! The great mountain 
heart of the island lay open to their gaze, a world of towering, beautiful 
forms, with the noble Yaqui peak looming majestically grand, yet 
soft and fair as a height of heaven, in the remote distance, while far 
below spread in its eternal beauty, its inexhaustible fertility, the 
Royal Plain of Columbus. 

“ Oh, wonderful, wonderful ! How glad I am to be here !” was all 
Katherine Chesney could say, as her enraptured glance swept the vast 
picture. In the immediate foreground a sea of verdure covered the 
steep sides of the mountain shelving downward from the summit on 
which they stood, the magnificent fronds of palms and the wide, satin 
leaves of wild plantains asserting themselves amid all the mass of 
mingled greenery. In many a waving line the great ridges trended 
away, falling in lesser hills down to the breadths of savanna that rolled 
to the yet more distant mountains which, robed in every shade of color, 
from deepest violet to faintest, most ethereal azure, receded into a hazy 
eternity, their highest summits hid away in sun-tinted masses of soft 
white clouds. 

“ It is glorious !” said Lorimer, who had found his way again to 
Miss Chesney ’s side when they halted. “ I have looked on many 
mountain views, but never on one more beautiful.” 

“What could be more beautiful?” she asked, sighing with that 
excess of pleasure which is almost pain. “ It is like a vision of para- 
dise, — of something too ineffably fair to belong to earth.” 

“ And yet what other spot of earth could one find that, in the short 
four centuries of which we know, has witnessed so many unspeakable 
horrors and atrocities?” 

“ Why do you recall them ! Besides, this scene on which we are 
gazing could not have witnessed many. Man has made few footprints 
here since the first discoverers looked upon it.” 

“Very few indeed, to judge by the road along which we have 
come. But halloo ! — here is absolutely a traveller, the first we have met.” 

Miss Chesney looked around, just as a man riding one horse and 
leading another, who had ascended the mountain on the northern side 
as they had ascended on the southern, rode up the last steep ascent and 
paused at sight of them. It was evidently a pause of astonishment, 
for the next moment there was recognition on both sides. 

“Don Mariano !” exclaimed the new-comer. “Severino!” ejacu- 
lated Don Mariano. And then burst forth a torrent of words from 
both, into which Ramon Herresdorf flung himself, as it were, with an 
excited interest which made Lorimer say to Miss Chesney, — 

“ That fellow must have news of Felisa.” 

“ He has,” she answered. “ I hear her name mentioned, but they 
speak so fast I can understand very little of what they say. I think, 
however, that he has seen her.” 

“ No wonder you can’t understand him,” said Lorimer, disgustedly. 
“ Did any one ever hear such a flood of talk ? Why can’t he say what 
he has to say with some kind of moderation ?” 


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“ I believe,” said Miss Chesney, after a moment or two of further 
listening, “ that he is taking Mr. Stanford’s horse back to him.” 

“ Indeed ! The fair Felisa, then, absolutely considered what was 
to become of the man — in case he survived her attack. One begins to 
have hopes of her.” 

“ Here is one who has seen Felisa, senorita,” said Ramon, suddenly 
turning and coming up to them. His face was all aglow with excite- 
ment, his dark eyes shone. “ This man, who is a very good and 
honest man, formerly worked for Don Mariano, but now lives on his 
own land across the mountains. To his house Felisa went last night, 
and she induced him to start early this morning to cross the pass and 
see after the man she had left. That is his horse he is taking to 
him.” 

“ I understood as much,” said Miss Chesney. “ And where is 
Felisa? — at this man’s house?” 

“ Alas, no. She left at the same time that he did, and has gone to 
Samana, where she has some friends. It will be necessary to seek her 
there.” 

“ Well, at least it is a comfort to know definitely where she is, and 
not to have to wander over the country inquiring for her,” Lorimer 
remarked. 

“ Yes,” Ramon agreed, “ that is a comfort. And it is also a very 
great comfort to know that she is safe, and that the wife of this man, 
Severino Garcia, is accompanying her. And Don Mariano is acquainted 
with the people to whom she goes, — humble people, but good.” 

“So much the better,” said Lorimer. “When the transformation 
scene occurs and Cinderella is changed once for all into a princess, we 
want the setting of the scene to be as effective as possible. The humble 
but good people little guess what an angel they are entertaining un- 
awares.” 

“ They would treat her no better if they did, seflor,” said Ramon, 
a little proudly. 

“ I have no doubt of that,” replied Lorimer, kindly. “ And if 
she has any wisdom, this Felisa of yours, she will value above all her 
gold these hearts which have given her what she can never in her life 
be sure of again, — faithful and disinterested affection.” 

The young man looked at him a little wistfully. “ It seems to 
me,” he said, “ that the first person whom this money is to test is 
Felisa herself, — to prove how much or how little she values the affec- 
tion of which you speak.” 


XIV. 

It is impossible for imagination to conceive anything more idyllic 
in beauty than the shores of Samana Bay. No one who has ever 
rounded the majestic granite mass of Balandra Head and sailed up the 
shining waters of this magnificent gulf, the finest in America, can 
forget the enchanting pictures which the long line of coast presents, 


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from the great Morne Diablo, with its terraced sea-front of red cliff, at 
the base of which the waves eternally break, and its forest-clad height 
receding into the clouds, to where the peninsula ends at the Gran 
Estero. Perhaps the loveliest of these pictures is the beautiful harbor 
of Samana proper, or Santa Barbara, guarded by its fairy islets, — 
masses of rock covered with richest, most luxuriant verdure, rising out 
of and reflected in the crystal water ; but the entire coast for thirty 
miles presents a constant succession of bold green hills, covered to 
their summits with tropical foliage, sloping down into charming val- 
leys, and to exquisite bights indented in the shore, miniature bays 
where the rippling waves flash softly on crescents of glistening white 
sand, fringed by royal palms. “ It is Paradise found again !” cried 
Columbus, when he first looked on this entrancing beauty ; and no 
one can look on it to-day, unchanged as it is in any essential respect, 
without echoing the cry. 

But on the opposite side of the bay the scenery is somewhat different 
in character. The traveller from the deck of his steamer, gazing across 
leagues of shimmering water, sees only a blue, misty shore — evidently 
a vast level expanse — backed by far, faint, dream-like hills. This is 
Savana de la Mar, a wide, beautiful plain, abundantly watered by 
many streams, and susceptible of the highest cultivation. Its shore is 
also indented with the fairy-like bays which form so charming a feature 
of the opposite coast, and it was beside the curving beach of one of 
these that an insignificant, palm-thatched dwelling stood, amid sur- 
roundings which an emperor might envy for his palace. A group of 
magnificent palms lifted their crowns of drooping fronds into the air 
a hundred feet above its roof ; behind a grove of luxuriant bananas 
rustled their immense green satin leaves, and in front the blue-and- 
silver waters stretched to the remote distance of tjie opposite shore, 
where the long range of hills swam in a haze of aerial azure. Every- 
thing that Nature could bestow of beauty, perfection of climate, and 
productiveness of soil was here ; and if those whom these conditions 
surrounded were not happy, one can only say that no surroundings, 
however ideal, can insure happiness. 

This somewhat trite truth was very plainly written on the face of 
a girl who, leaving the house on the day after the pursuing party had 
crossed the Sill6n de la Viuda , strolled, with the aimlessness of one 
who has no particular object in view, around the crescent of the shining 
beach, and, reaching its farthest point, sat herself down in the shade 
of some clustering trees and gazed with unseeing eyes over the leagues 
of glittering, dancing water which lay before her. It was the same 
face that Miss Chesney and Lorimer had seen in the cathedral of Santo 
Domingo, yet in expression and aspect so changed that it might almost 
have been doubted whether it was the same. A few days only had 
elapsed since its stormy beauty struck them so much ; but what was 
written on it now was the deep, possibly ineffaceable trace of storm 
which had passed, leaving behind regret as passionate as the rage had 
been. 

In truth, Felisa was tasting for the first time in her life that bitter 
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from all her world, which had caused her to take refuge in this obscure 
spot, and made her now long to go a step further and bury herself, her 
troublesome passions and her terrible mistake (for so it seemed to her), 
in the waters before her. For who would ever believe with what 
childish ignorance and faith she had trusted herself to the man who 
talked of having been her father's friend and promised to help her to 
independence in her father's country ? In the horror with which the 
few faithful friends to whom she had told her story had received it, 
in their evident opinion that she had hopelessly ruined her life, she 
seemed to read her fate. Nothing remained for her now but to hide 
herself far from all those who had known her, and be thankful if any 
one would receive or believe in her. As for Ramon, with a despairing 
heart she told herself that she must never think of Ramon again. If 
his father had objected to her before, what would he say of her now ? 
And Ramon himself, was it likely that he would ever forgive or con- 
done such an act as that of which she had been guilty ? In the hope- 
lessness which filled her in reply to this question, she learned a truth 
as old as time, that what we possess with certainty we are likely to 
hold but lightly, and that loss is the sad teacher which must prove its 
value to us. Facing the conviction that by her own act she had lost 
her lover, and recalling, as at such moments unsparing memory does 
recall, all the faithful devotion, of years which she had so poorly 
requited, Felisa felt as if her heart would break. Intense in sorrow 
as in every other emotion, her dark eyes were full of a passionate 
despair as she gazed out over the sunlit waters and asked herself what 
was left for her in life. A fierce indifference to the fate of the man 
she had wounded possessed her, but she was nevertheless aware that if 
he died she would be accounted a murderess. Just now that was a 
matter of importance to her only so far as it deepened the gloom of 
her future isolation. Who would ever again regard the heroine of 
such a tragedy — a tragedy caused by her own folly and passion — with 
any sentiment save perhaps a pitying aversion ? 

And it was while she thus sank deeper and deeper into wholesome 
repentance and humility that a change, more wonderful than imagina- 
tion could have dreamed of, was drawing near to her. She had pur- 
posely turned her back upon the house when she took her seat, and, 
since she was some distance removed from it, no sound came thence to 
her ear. She was therefore still gazing in deep despondency over the 
glorious beauty of the outspread scene, when a step on the firm white 
sand of the beach made her start and turn her head. The next 
moment she sprang to her feet with a low cry. Ramon was approach- 
ing her. 

It is not likely that Ramon, when he claimed the right, very 
readily yielded to him by the party which had just arrived, of going 
to seek Felisa, formed to himself any definite idea or conjecture of 
what reception he might expect, or what her mood would be. But, 
had he done so, he certainly could never have anticipated what took 
place. He had been thinking of the Felisa whom he had seen last, 
from whom he had parted at the cathedral door; but this was a differ- 
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looked at him for a moment as if she could not believe the testimony 
of her sight, and then rushed forward and flung herself into his arms, 
as if into a shelter and refuge. 

“ Ramon ! Oh, Ramon !” she cried, with all her passionate soul 
in her voice. “ Can it be that you forgive me and love me still ?” 

Ramon was figuratively knocked down; but physically he stood 
firm, and Felisa knew by the willing ardor of the arms which encircled 
her what was in his heart before his lips uttered it. 

“I can never cease to love you, Felisa, as long as I live,” he 
answered ; “and to serve you I would go to the world’s end, — though 
you did not believe it when we parted last.” 

“I was a wretch, a miserable wretch !” said Felisa. “But I have 
been terribly punished. A little while ago my heart was broken. I 
never thought that you would look at me again. Maria Garcia said 
that I had been so mad that no one would ever believe in me or care 
for me again.” 

“ Maria Garcia is a fool,” replied Ramon, with angry emphasis. 
“ It is true that you have been wild, and angry without cause, and 
foolish ” 

“ Oh, Ramon, worse than foolish ! See ! — you must not make light 
of what I have done. I am overwhelmed with shame when I think 
of it, and I deserve anything — everything, except that you take away 
your love. For I was mad, I think, and I acted like a mad creature. 
That man — but tell me if you know what I did to him ?” 

“ Yes, I know ; and you did right.” 

“Oh, Ramon! and if he dies?” 

“ He will not die ; but if he did, it would be no more than he 
deserves, for he knew well what he was doing when he took you away 
from your home.” 

“Yes, he knew; no doubt he knew. But I suppose he did not 
believe me to be the fool I was, and thought I knew also. That is 
what Maria Garcia says. It is right to remember that, — and also that 
I asked him to take me.” 

“ You asked him, Felisa ?” 

“ I think so. At least I asked him if I could not do something 
for myself if I were in my father’s country, and he said, yes, there 
were many things that even a young girl could do there ; and I said I 
would give much to go, and he said he would take me, that we could 
embark on a ship at Sanchez, and I — I trusted him and believed that 
he meant only to help me, and I was like one on fire with rage because 
nobody else would help me, and I thought I would show you what I 
could do, and — and ” 

“My poor Felisa,” — very tenderly, as the voice broke down in 
strangled sobs, — “ tell me no more. There is no need. I know all, 
and I have never for one instant thought evil of you, — never.” 

“ Ah, but I must tell you. It is only from me you can know all,” 
Felisa insisted, choking back her sobs and looking up at him with 
beautiful tear-drenched eyes. “ And I will speak to you as if you 
were the Blessed Mother herself. This is how it was. After we had 
started, I began to have a dim fear that I had done wrong, because I 


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liked not the way he looked at me and spoke to me. He seemed 
trying to behave as if he were my lover, and he had not behaved in 
that way before we started. He knew it was a false pretence, and I 
showed that I was displeased. It was then that I made up my mind 
that I would go no farther with him than across the Sillon de la Viuda , 
that when we reached the house of Severino Garcia I would remain 
there. But when we halted to rest the horses and take some food at 
the foot of the pass, he did not want to go on. I said that we must, 
and that if he refused to go I would go alone. Then he said he would 
go if I would kiss him. I told him that I would see him dead first, 
and that if he touched me I would kill him. He laughed at that, and 
called me a ( spitfire/ and caught hold of me. I said, ‘ Let me go, or 
I will kill you V He laughed again, and kissed me. Then I struck 
him with this,” — she drew with a quick motion from the folds of her 
dress a small, keen dagger , — ■“ and I know I tried to kill him. I felt 
no pity for him when he staggered back, — none. I was furious, and I 
believe that I would have struck him again, but that my whole mind 
was set on escape. I ran out, called Manuel — the boy, you know — 
to come with me, made him mount, and we rode off. That is — 
all.” 

Her voice dropped over the last words, and she closed her eyes as 
if she were going to faint, as her head sank on his shoulder. The 
long strain of intense emotion, never relaxed from the hour of which 
she spoke until now, had at last its moment of reaction. She felt her- 
self suddenly weak as a child, and for a moment she lost consciousness. 
But only for a moment. Her splendid young vitality soon asserted 
itself. She opened her eyes again with a blissful sense of peace and 
security, and of a weight lifted away forever as she felt Ramon’s kisses 
on her face. 

“ You are very, very good to forgive me,” she murmured. “ I am 
glad now I did not kill him ; it would make things worse. And as it 
is, how will your father ever overlook this ?” 

A sudden thought — the first since she had rushed to meet him — of 
her changed condition, of the great news which awaited her, came to 
Ramon at these words. His arms dropped away from her under the 
impulse of it, and she, misunderstanding the cause of this withdrawal, 
looked up at him a picture of penitent sadness. 

“ You think he will never overlook it,” she said. “ And it is I 
who have made another barrier between us.” 

“Felisa,” cried Ramon, almost beside himself with conflicting 
emotions, “ do not tempt me to say another word. I should never 
forgive myself if I bound you by a promise of any kind before you 

know But come with me to the house : there are — some people 

waiting to see you.” 

“ People ?” She shrank in painful surprise. “ Who are they, and 
why do they wish to see me? Ramon, are you deceiving me? Is 
that man perhaps dead, and have they come to arrest me ?” 

“ No, no !” cried Ramon, vehemently. “ How can you think such 
a thing? The people yonder are Don Mariano ” 

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“ And an American gentleman, who has come from the States to 
find you and bring you news.” 

“ To find me, Ramon ?” 

“ You, Felisa, — no one else. But it is not my place to give his 
news. He will tell you himself what it is. Come with me.” 

Keeping her hand close clasped in his, he drew her forward, walking 
hurriedly, as if he feared his own resolution if they tarried. And so 
Felisa, bewildered and breathless, was drawn a few minutes later into 
the presence of the group who were seated in the humble Dominican 
house awaiting her. 


XV. 

It was surely a strange place in which to seek the heiress of 
millions. This had been the thought of Miss Chesney and Lorimer 
as they gazed around the apartment in which they found themselves 
while waiting the coming of the Cinderella who was to be transformed. 
Poverty could hardly have found more complete expression than in 
this house of logs, with its floor of earth and roof of thatch ; but per- 
haps it was owing to the idyllic surroundings that there seemed some- 
thing idyllic in the simplicity of the habitation. It was as if where 
Nature gave so much, and where she was herself so alluring, man 
needed but little in the form of shelter, and that little as simple, as 
primitive, as possible. Nor were the manners of the people at va- 
riance with this idea. No Arab chief at the door of his tent (and that 
is saying more than if one said a prince at the gate of his palace) could 
have surpassed in dignity and grace the manner and bearing of the 
owner of this humble hut as he received his unexpected guests and led 
them within, where his wife with equal courtesy made them welcome 
and offered them such seats as the habitation afforded. 

A few words had explained their business, — which indeed the pres- 
ence of Don Mariano sufficiently explained, — and while Ramon went 
in the direction indicated by one of the children to seek Felisa, the 
heads of the household, together with a tall, bronze-colored woman 
who was Maria Garcia, eagerly addressed themselves to Don Mariano, 
relating the manner of Felisa’s arrival and her story. Don Mariano 
endeavored to wave these explanations aside. “ I know, I know,” he 
repeated, as they poured forth their account, and as soon as it was 
possible to stem the torrent of words, he on his part began to speak. 
He thanked them first, warmly and gratefully, for receiving and 
sheltering the girl who had so wildly left her home and so fortunately 
escaped out of the hands of a schemer; and then he proceeded to 
electrify them by telling them why she had been the object of the 
defeated scheme, what wonderful change had come over her fortunes 
and made her a prize worth running any risk to gain. Their surprise 
was great, and their pleasure evidently sincere. But to Lorimer, who, 
from understanding little of what was said, was the more closely ob- 
servant of manner, it seemed that the first of these sentiments was not 
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nized force in life, and that the last was untinctured with the envy 
which almost invariably accompanies the reception of such news in 
more highly civilized localities and circles. They were still laughing 
at the discomfiture of the wounded adventurer, when in the open door- 
way Ramon appeared, leading Felisa. 

Silence fell at once, for every one perceived by the pale resolution 
of one young face and the startled apprehension of the other that the 
time for congratulations had not yet come. Evidently the heiress was 
still in ignorance of her good fortune, and evidently, also, she was ex- 
pecting anything rather than such tidings. She hardly noticed the 
strangers — save that a momentary amazement was in her glance when 
it fell on Miss Chesney — as she entered and advanced, with the air of 
a child who comes to beg pardon for a fault, toward Don Mariano. 
But the hesitating words with which she began to address him were 
(to her) most unexpectedly cut short by his meeting her with a warmth 
strange to their intercourse hitherto, and eagerly embracing her. Nor, 
let it in justice be said, was this warmth simulated on his part. It 
was a sincere expression of his pleasure in seeing again the wilful but 
still lovable girl who had grown up under his roof and whom such a 
golden halo now encircled. It is impossible to deny that but for this 
halo his reception of her would have been different. But it is also 
certain that he would have been glad of her recovery had it only meant 
that she would return to be a charge upon him as in the past. 

“ Ah, Felisa,” he said, “ thou hast behaved very badly, and with an 
incredible folly, but I will not scold thee. I am too thankful to see 
thee safe, preserved by God and thy own courage from a great danger.” 

The sincere feeling of the words touched the girl, who knew her- 
self little deserving of such kindness. She took his hand and kissed 
it with a gesture as graceful as it was humble. 

“ I am sorry,” she said, “ very sorry to have given so much trouble, 
both now and in the past. I will try to make amends if — if I may go 
home.” 

“We have come to take thee home,” replied Don Mariano, de- 
lighted with this unexpected docility. “But first we have news, strange 
news, for thee, caritci. Here” — he turned toward Lorimer — “ is a senor 
Americano who reached Rosario with this news the very day thou, 
wilful one, had left ; and he has followed thee through the forest and 
over the mountains to tell it.” 

Lorimer could not but smile as he felt how every glance in the 
company now turned upon him, as the magician whose wand was to 
make the mighty change in the girl whose grave eyes looked at him 
expectantly. 

“ I believe,” he said, “ that Miss Ancram understands English : so 
I will not apologize for the fact that my news must be communicated 
in that language. I have to tell you,” he went on, directly addressing 
the girl, “ that you have inherited from a grand-uncle, of whom 
probably you never heard, a fortune which is estimated at five million 
dollars.” 

She stared at him a moment, so amazed and apparently so uncom- 
prehending that he was about to address Ramon, who had drawn aside, 


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and ask him to repeat the communication in Spanish, when she spoke, 
— in English also, but with a strong foreign accent : 

“Did I understand you right, senor? Do you say that I — Felisa 
— have inherited a fortune of five million dollars?” 

He bowed. “ You understand me perfectly. That is what I have 
said.” 

“It is a very large fortune, five millions, is it not? I — I am 
rich ?” 

“ You are very rich, seiiorita. There are few women in the world 
more rich in their own right than you.” 

She was silent again for a moment, her great dark eyes still 
fixed upon him, her entire expression that of one who is taking in 
an idea so new and so overwhelming that readjustment of the whole 
mental attitude is necessary in order to comprehend it. No one spoke. 
Even Don Mariano remained by some instinct silent, and waited cu- 
riously for her next words, — the most self-revealing words that she 
would ever speak. 

They came at last, slowly, uttered as if in a dream. “ Then, if I 
am rich, everything is changed. Instead of being a weight, a burden, 
I can help others, — those who have so long cared for me. And — and 
perhaps ” 

She suddenly turned. A flash of light came over her face, irradi- 
ating, transforming it. At that moment she was divinely beautiful. 
Her lips curved into an exquisite smile, her eyes glowed with radiance 
as they fell upon Ramon. For the instant she seemed to forget every 
presence but his, as, advancing toward him with her hand outstretched, 
she went on with infinite simplicity and sweetness : 

“Perhaps if this is really so — if I am really rich — your father 
will overlook the foolish thing which I have done, and let us be happy.” 

“And so Felisa has justified my good opinion of her, and proved 
herself as generous and disinterested as the most romantic heart could 
desire.” 

It was Miss Chesney who made this remark, half an hour later, 
when Lorimer and herself had strolled to the point of the crescent- 
shaped beach where Felisa had sat in mournful despair so short a time 
before. It was settled that they would return to Sanchez, — where they 
had spent the last night, — taking the young heiress with them. But 
their hospitable hosts insisted on their waiting for a collation which 
was now in process of preparation ; and in the interval these two had 
walked out together. As they sat down under the clustering group of 
palms which shaded the point, with the wondrous expanse of water 
and sky and distant shore spread before it, Lorimer smiled in answer 
to his companion’s last remark. 

“I am glad that Felisa has justified your good opinion,” he said, 
“but I am afraid it is my turn now to be a little cynical. She is too 
ignorant as yet to understand the power of her wealth. When she 
does understand it ” 

“The knowledge will have a good effect upon her,” said Miss 
Chesney, with decision, as he paused. “ How do I know that? Oh, 


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by an instinctive judgment of her character, at which you may 
sneer ” 

“ I have not the least intention of doing any such thing,” inter- 
posed Lorimer. “ When have I ever ventured to sneer at any opinion 
of yours, whether based on instinct or not?” 

“ You would if you dared, however. It is an invariable habit of 
men to sneer at any opinion based on instinct, without regard to the 
fact that their own opinions are frequently based on nothing half so 
trustworthy. However, to return to Felisa. I am sure that she will 
now develop into a noble woman, and that her use of this wealth will 
be as good as its effect upon her.” 

“ But — pardon an humble inquirer into processes of thought which 
are shrouded in mystery to his duller understanding — why do you 
think so?” 

“Well” (condescendingly), “ I will tell you, though I do not im- 
agine that I shall convince you. Her faults heretofore have all sprung 
from qualities — or, as the French say, the defects of qualities — noble 
in themselves. It is surely not a new or strange idea to you that a 
nature, especially if it has strongly marked characteristics, will be 
totally different in an environment which frets and jars upon it, and 
in one which is sympathetic and harmonious.” 

“ I would not have to seek very long for that knowledge. I am a 
totally different man when I am treated with respect, consideration, 
and sympathy, and when I am — let us say snubbed.” 

“ Then you can appreciate the truth of what I state. Applying it 
to Felisa, one may readily see how her pride and spirit of indepen- 
dence have been galled by her dependent position, how her temper has 
suffered from uncongenial surroundings and the apparent hopelessness 
of her fate, and how her courage scorned what seemed to her the 
cowardly submission of her lover to his father.” 

“ What a splendid devil’s advocate you would make !” observed 
Lorimer, admiringly. 

“ But now,” pursued the speaker, unheeding this interruption, “ we 
have had an opportunity to see the fine qualities which prosperity has 
already developed. Could anything have been more generous than her 
first thoughts when she heard that she was rich ‘ beyond the dreams of 
avarice/ or anything more noble, more self-forgetful, than her first 
words to Ramon ? Oh, I am sure she has a nature which will ripen 
and sweeten in sunshine, like those grapes from which is expressed the 
finest wine.” 

“ Your theory of the excellent effects of prosperity is one which 
would meet with wide acceptance,” said Lorimer, smiling. “But I 
suppose I hardly need point out to you that it is not that which has the 
approbation of moralists. One of these last would hold that such 
wealth as this girl possesses will probably have a bad rather than a 
good effect upon her character.” 

“ My theory,” said Miss Chesney, incisively, “ is that upon the 
character itself depends the influence which wealth exercises. If the 
mercenary taint is in it, the vulgar love of money for its own sake, if 
vanity rules or selfishness dominates, then the deterioration of such a 
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character will be quick and complete. But if it be generous in instinct, 
noble in quality, and high in tastes, wealth can do it no harm, but only 
good, let all the moralists in the world say what they will to the con- 
trary.” 

“ Amen. I wish I had at this moment a fortune to lay at your feet.” 

“ You have no assurance that I am one of those on whom its effects 
would be good. I am afraid, on the contrary, that I should become 
too fond of power, if I had the power which a great fortune gives. I 
am aware that I am already too much inclined to be dictatorial.” 

“ Now, I call it very remarkable,” said Lorimer, who was diligently 
digging a hole in the sand, “ that you should be so well aware of your 
weak point. I wish I had as clear ideas about my own.” 

“ I should not think you could be in any doubt about it,” observed 
Miss Chesney, dryly. 

“ Don’t you?” he replied, quite eagerly. “But I am in doubt, so 
pray enlighten me. Tell me what it is.” 

“ Really, Mr. Lorimer, I don’t see that I am called upon to be 
your Mentor ” 

“ Called upon — no; but as an act of charity. You think me a 
failure in life, that I know ; and I am prepared to admit that you are 
right. But why, in your opinion, am I a failure?” 

“ Doesn’t it strike you that such — er — personal conversation is in 
bad taste?” 

“ Not at all. I confess to liking personal conversation. It is much 
more interesting than discussion of abstract subjects. I w T ant to talk 
about the concrete, — the very concrete, — about myself. What, I re- 
peat, is in your opinion the cause of my double failure, either to do 
anything worth doing in life, or to win your regard — I may say your 
respect ?” 

“ You have no right to say anything of the kind,” she returned, 
indignantly. “ When have I ever indicated ” 

“That you despise me? I regret to be forced to answer, many 
times. Lately, in particular, when you have told me again and again 
that my manifest duty was to marry, or endeavor to marry, a woman 
for her money. Now, when I consider the type of man who is sup- 
posed to be specially fitted for that destiny, I cannot fail to believe 
that you hold me very low indeed, or you would not have offered such 
advice; but, not knowing in the least what I have done to merit your 
contempt, I humbly beg for light on the subject.” 

He was so intently engaged in digging his hole — as if he had been 
digging for the light he asked — that he did not glance at Miss Chesney 
as he uttered this speech. Had he done so, he would have been struck 
by the expression of her face. As it was, he only caught the tone of 
her voice as she said, after a moment’s hesitation, — 

“ I should never have thought you would be so foolish as to ask 
for the serious interpretation of a jest.” 

“A jest?” he repeated, and now he suspended his work of excava- 
tion to look up at her. “ Your advising me to secure Felisa’s fortune 
might have been a jest, but not the contempt which made that advice 
possible.” 


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“ No,” she replied, “ that was not a jest, for the simple reason that 
even a jest must have an existence, and my contempt for you has never 
had any existence at all except in your imagination.” 

“ You know you think me indolent, careless, lacking in energy ” 

“ Oh, yes” (impatiently), “ you are all of that : did I not say you 
had no need to have your weak points told to you ? But have those 
faults ever injured any one save yourself? And one does not — exactly 
— despise a man for only injuring himself.” 

“ You are mistaken” (gloomily). “ I think you have despised me, 
although you are kindly endeavoring to smooth it over now. Well, 
at least we have had a few pleasant days together — that is, I have had 
a few pleasant days — during our chase of the heiress, which is happily, 
or unhappily, ended now. I confess I could have gone on chasing her 
indefinitely under the circumstances, and I am only sorry she allowed 
herself to be run to earth so soon.” 

“ I am afraid papa’s patience would not have held out for another 
stage of the chase,” said Miss Chesney, smiling, “so it may be as well, 
if you cared for our company, that the chase is ended. It has been 
pleasant. I think I have told you before how much I am indebted to 
you for the excitement and interest of it, and for the glimpse of the 
interior of the island which I have had.” 

“ I am glad to have been able to do even so slight a thing for you. 
It will be something to remember — after we have parted. And we 
shall part to-morrow.” 

“To-morrow?” she echoed, with a start. “But you are returning 
with us to Santo Domingo ?” 

“No. I have done all that I came here to do. I shall remain at 
Sanchez and take the next steamer — due in a few days — for the 
States.” 

Miss Chesney turned and looked at him for a moment in silence. 
He had gone back to digging his hole in somewhat dogged fashion, 
and did not meet her gaze. One would have said that he was making 
a grave for something in the Dominican sand. 

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, after a moment, im- 
patiently. “ You know that you had no intention of this kind when 
we left Santo Domingo.” 

“ When we left Santo Domingo I had, as you are aware, no idea 
that my chase of the heiress would lead me over to the opposite coast 
of the island. Being here, why should I return ?” 

“ Oh,” — shrugging her shoulders and turning her face away again 
to gaze out over the wide expanse of glittering water, — “ what a futile 
question ! Why should one do anything, or go anywhere, if it comes 
to that ?” 

“ Generally speaking, because one has a motive of either business 
or pleasure. My business is done. As for pleasure,” — he paused a 
moment, and then added, in a lower tone, “there are pleasures which 
if a man is wise he will shun. I thought that I might approach and 
warm myself a little at a flame which had burned me once, but I find 
that the old burn grows too painful. My metaphors perhaps are 
mixed, but the plain truth is — for I would not have you think me 


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churlish — that I find that I love you as much as ever — as ever, do I 
say?” breaking off almost fiercely. “No, far more than I ever loved 
you before, as if, unknown to myself, my love had been growing in 
the interval since you laughed at me and refused to listen to me a year 
ago. And, this being so, should I not be a fool if I lingered near 

you, only to be wounded by your indifference, your scorn ” 

“ No !” The word in its sharp energy cut the air like a sword. 
She turned toward him again, with a flash of fire in her gray eyes, a 
sudden rush of color into her lily-pale cheeks. “ You have no right 
to say that,” she went on, breathlessly. “ I have never scorned you, 
— never ! And if I laughed, does one not sometimes laugh at that 

which one — likes? Last year Oh, what fools men are !” 

Her voice choked over the last vehement exclamation. She looked 
away again, but now she saw the shining waters and the distant shore 
swimming in a mist of tears. Lorimer, startled beyond measure by 
her words, forgot his grave- digging, and, leaning forward, tried to see 
her face. 

“ No doubt we are fools,” he said, humbly, “ but last year — how 
was I specially a fool last year ? Did you not send me away ? — refuse 
to listen to me?” 

“I — laughed at you. But was that a reason for believing ?” 

She turned her face suddenly and looked at him. He would have 
been a fool indeed had he not read then what was shining in her eyes. 

“ I never meant you to go ; I never thought you would not come 
back,” she went on. “ When you did not come, I believed it had 

been a mere fancy which had passed ” 

“ A fancy !” He took her hand and kissed it passionately. “ No, 
my lady, my queen, it was no fancy, but a love which has grown 
greater with time and absence, until now it has passed beyond my 
control, so that one of two things I must do, — either part from you 
finally, or never part again. It is for you to say which it shall be.” 

She did not laugh at him now, nor mock his earnestness in her 
light, accustomed fashion, but answered sweetly, gravely, and directly, — 
“We will never part.” 


THE END. 


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O UR extensive line of sea-coast is the pride and glory of the na- 
tion’s commercial life ; but it is no less a source of danger than 
of revenue. Every seaport becomes a vulnerable point to an enemy’s 
guns, unless adequately protected by expensive systems of defence, 
whose cost can scarcely be computed in the present unsettled condition 
of modern war methods. The long stretches of uninhabited sea-coast 
separating flourishing sea-towns expose the country to flank movements 
of an attacking enemy that are hardly less important in their serious- 
ness than those menacing the cities. In a country like ours the coast- 
defence question has always loomed up as the most momentous to be 
solved in times of threatening war, and even during years of peace 
and commercial prosperity the subject receives considerable newspaper 
attention. 

Millions of dollars have been spent in coast defence in this and 
other countries, and so long as nations continue in their present bel- 
ligerent attitude toward each other this source of enormous expenditure 
will remain in force. But there is another kind of coast defence that 
the modern naval officer and scientific gunner do not take note of, and 
by virtue of its prosaic character it receives less public attention than 
it deserves. But when properly understood there is a phase to it that 
should lift the subject from the commonplace to the romantic and pic- 
turesque. We are accustomed to look upon the sea as peculiarly de- 
structive to the shipping interests of the world, and rarely stop to con- 
sider the extensive injury that the waves do to the coast-line. Each 
recurring storm brings with it stirring tales of shipwreck, romantic 
pictures of strange adventures upon the seas, and new proof of man’s 
genius in constructing mighty ships that can outride the fiercest gale 
that ever swept the turbulent Atlantic. The treacherous coasts, lined 
with rocks and submerged sand-bars, attract our attention at such times 
because of the danger they threaten to every unfortunate craft that 
drifts near them, and the work of the life-savers at the government 
stations is described with graphic pen and pencil to thrill the world 
of civilized readers. There is no doubt that the mariner upon the sea 
receives his full share of sympathy and public attention during the 
seasons of storm and hurricane. 

But ever since the land and water were formed upon the earth, and 
separated by well-defined boundaries, the configuration of continents 
and islands has been constantly changing and shifting by the action of 
the sea-waves. Whole islands have been cast up violently out of the 
sea, or formed slowly but surely by the tides and currents of centuries ; 
continents have been cut in half and built up by a like process ; and 
known lands have disappeared beneath the waves of the ocean. Mighty 
rivers have cut deep valleys in the land and carried the waste deposits 
to the bed of the ocean, where new islands and peninsulas have been 
subsequently formed. Of all geological wonders, the history of the 


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earth’s changes by the action of the ocean and its tributaries is the 
greatest and most interesting. Through the countless ages of the past 
this mighty process has been gradually evolving new soils and climates, 
washing away the old, and renewing the primitive virginity of the worn- 
out lands with the rich sediments of the ocean’s bed. Rugged rocks have 
been undermined and tumbled into the ocean by the ceaseless rolling 
of giant waves, and miles of sea-beaches have been swept inland to 
engulf fertile farm regions, and even to submerge cities and towns. 
Expensive works of man along the coast have been crushed and washed 
away as though they were but toys for a summer day’s pleasure. 

The visitors at the sea-shore in the summer days see only the mild 
side of the ocean’s life. The quiet, lapping waves, the beautiful foam- 
crested surf breaking upon the white strand, have little of awe and 
terror in them. That these peaceful swells can be changed into the 
greatest power for evil known to man can scarcely be realized by those 
who have never witnessed a heavy storm along the coast. A storm in 
mid-ocean is fearful enough, but the action of the ocean along the coast 
is ten times more terrible and powerful. Numerous rocks, sand-bars, 
and obstructing headlands interfere with the grand movement of the 
waves and tide in one general direction, and the confusion of tide, 
current, and waves can be likened only to a collision between two fast- 
moving trains. There is the shock that shatters the rolling seas into a 
million sprays; the rebounding and turning of powerful undercurrents; 
the meeting of land and sea winds in a fierce, titanic battle ; the roar 
and shriek of storm and seething sea; and miles of angry waters, 
vainly endeavoring to sweep away the obstructions that have impeded 
their progress. The scene from some rocky eminence is awe-inspiring. 
It makes man tremble at his own weakness, and wonder at the stability 
of the earth and the mighty power of the ocean. 

In view of this tremendous power for evil, the coast-defence ques- 
tion assumes a new importance in the eyes of many. The destruc- 
tive power of some opposing nation’s battle-ships is a mere bagatelle 
compared with the action of the sea upon the land. One heavy storm 
may wash away enough landed property, docks, and shipping interests 
to pay for the construction of several battle-ships, and a series of such 
atmospheric disturbances will waste money enough to build a navy for 
the most ambitious nation. While the danger to the United States 
from an enemy’s guns is so small that it needs a strongly imaginative 
mind to see it, the insecurity from the destructive action of the sea is 
constant and imminent. Money expended for the former may be 
wasted in the end, but every dollar that goes to protect the coast from 
the encroaching ocean should show beneficial results at once. 

This sort of coast defence has engaged the attention of science and 
the engineering world to a much greater extent than is generally re- 
alized. Ever since the Dutch government succeeded in shutting out the 
Zuyder Zee and reclaiming nearly half a million acres of fertile land, 
the work of protecting the coast from the disintegrating action of the 
ocean has advanced with great strides. The cost of the elaborate 
works of shutting out the sea in Holland, and the subsequent draining 
of the new land, was, in round numbers, about ten million pounds. 


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The dikes are the most powerful in existence, but during heavy storms 
on the North Sea they are frequently broken down in places, and re- 
pairs are necessary. Other engineering feats in shutting out the sea 
for coast protection are numerous and important enough to deserve 
more than passing notice. Breakwaters of the most elaborate and ex- 
pensive kind have been constructed outside of important harbors and 
roadsteads, but, despite the ingenuity of man, the restless sea annually 
breaks through some of them, and demolishes in one night the work 
of several years. 

Among the best-known breakwaters in Europe, built for the pro- 
tection of the coast and for the shelter of large harbors, are those 
of Plymouth, Portland, Cherbourg, Holyhead, Dover, and the South 
Breakwater at Aberdeen. The Holyhead breakwater is a solid wall 
of masonry, with long and gently inclined seaward faces, upon which 
the waves break. This enormous structure was completed in 1873, 
and was designed by Mr. J. M. Rendel. The total cost of the work 
was one million two hundred and eighty-five thousand pounds, or one 
hundred and sixty-three pounds and ten shillings per running foot. 
The depth of water in which the breakwater is built averages fifty feet 
at the spring tides. The masonry work is four hundred feet broad at 
its base, and seven thousand eight hundred and sixty feet long. On 
the summit of this sea-wall is another massive masonry structure forty 
feet high, which receives the heaviest seas that wash above the founda- 
tion. Sloping down from this wall on the harbor side is a low terrace 
or quay. It is estimated that the mound sunk below the water con- 
tains about seven million tons of stone. 

The Dover breakwater is constructed on a different plan from the 
Holyhead. Instead of long, gently inclined seaward faces, the solid 
wall of concrete is built with vertical faces, which reflect the waves 
that beat against it. The work of constructing this harbor protection 
was carried on with diving-bells. A foundation of masonry was first 
made, and then filled in with concrete. The South Breakwater at 
Aberdeen represents the latest engineering work of this class of struc- 
tures. W. Dyce Cay, the engineer of this great work, adopted a novel 
method of forming the foundation of the structure far below the sur- 
face of the sea. Within the boundaries marked for the new break- 
water large bags of liquid concrete were placed by divers. This cement 
hardened rapidly when placed in water, and the foundation built up 
of these bags of liquid cement consisted when finished of one solid 
mass of concrete. When the first foundation was thus formed, and 
finished off smoothly on the top for the superstructure, divers placed 
solid concrete blocks weighing twenty tons each in their place up to the 
level of low water. From this point up to the summit of the break- 
water the structure was made of liquid cement, held in strong cases 
containing several hundred tons each. To give the breakwater greater 
strength to resist the seas, an apron around the foot of the structure 
was formed of hundred- ton bags of liquid cement, which when hard- 
ened formed a base that was almost impregnable against the action of 
the heaviest storms. This breakwater is a fine example of the modern 
method of protecting exposed harbors from the fury of the ocean. 


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In this country the many miles of sea-coast make it necessary to 
construct breakwaters at numerous points, and the problem calling for 
solution is somewhat different from that in England. Large protected 
bays, sounds, and natural harbors keep the sea from washing directly 
upon the seaport cities. New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Savannah, 
and Baltimore on the Atlantic coast, and San Francisco and Portland 
on the Pacific coast, are fine examples of seaport cities protected from 
the ocean by natural land formations. At the mouths of nearly all 
these harbors small breakwaters of stone are required to keep back the 
heavy tides and seas, but there is no need for such extensive structures 
as those erected at Dover, Holyhead, Aberdeen, and other places on 
the exposed coast of Britain. The national government spends annually 
millions of dollars for harbor improvements, a good percentage of 
which goes toward the construction and repairing of small breakwaters. 
At the mouths of large rivers emptying into the ocean, protecting 
breakwaters are built to prevent the channel from being filled up by 
the heavy sea- storms, and all along the coast sheltered roadsteads are 
being constructed for vessels to ride safely at anchor during heavy 
storms. The Delaware breakwater is a good example of this class. 
The mouth of the Delaware Bay is so broad that the ocean washes 
with great fury far up into it, making it unsafe for vessels of small 
tonnage, unless they seek shelter up the river. The construction of 
the large breakwater off Cape Henlopen enables ships to receive pro- 
tection from the heavy storms at the very mouth of the bay. This 
breakwater is one of the largest of its kind in this country, and is 
built to receive the full brunt of the sea, like those off the English 
coast. A considerable sum of money is expended every season to keep 
the heavy stone wall in proper repair, but the importance of the pro- 
tection to shipping is sufficient to justify such an outlay. 

The condition and character of the coast determine the nature of 
the defence needed, and, as no country has a greater variety of shore- 
line than the United States, the multiplicity of contrivances employed 
to protect the land from the ravages of the sea is great. Every sort 
of breakwater, bulkhead, jetty, and pier that has been found of per- 
manent value in shutting out the sea from the land can be found some- 
where along the Atlantic coast. Along the North Pacific Ocean, 
and bordering the New England States, the coast is as rough and 
rocky as any in the world, while below New York it changes rapidly 
into a low sandy soil. Nature has formed her own protective barriers 
on the New England shore, and breakwaters are needed chiefly to form 
harbors and roadsteads; but on the Jersey coast and farther south de- 
fences are built to keep the land from washing away. Along the sandy 
coast the greatest engineering ability has been exhausted in trying to 
devise ways and means to shut out the sea. Coast defence here means 
the saving of millions of dollars’ worth of private and public property. 
The beaches and low coast are as changeable and unstable as the wind. 
Every season valuable property is swept away, and worthless islands 
or points of the mainland are formed at other places, where they are 
not wanted. As the beaches become more settled, and mammoth 
summer hotels and cottages go up, the question of proper coast pro- 


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tection appeals with greater force to an ever-increasing class of property- 
owners. Formerly, when these beaches were deserted, except by a few 
fishermen, little attention was given to the subject. Breakwaters were 
placed at the mouths of the rivers and at the entrances to bays, to 
prevent the ocean from filling up the deep-water channels with sand. 

Private and local enterprise has struggled defiantly for years to 
defend valuable strips of land from the encroachments of the sea. 
National aid is being obtained slowly, but the question of making the 
shore-line safe and permanent is gradually assuming more than a merely 
local importance. The constant shifting and changing of the sandy 
beaches obstruct navigation, and keep the government employees busy 
in making new soundings and in locating buoys and beacons. If the 
character of the coast could be changed by protective agencies, the 
present expense attached to the Hydrographic Office could be largely 
decreased. Each winter numerous wrecks occur on account of the 
shifting of the sand-bars, beaches, and channels. The national as well 
as the local expenditure of money because of the instability of the 
coast is thus enormous. 

The question is now one that interests all classes of people, and the 
scientific solution of the problem must redound to the benefit of every 
owner of land abutting upon the sea, and to every one directly or in- 
directly connected with our vast shipping interests. The methods of 
coast defence can be divided into three distinct classes. The first is to 
protect the land by heavy walls and breakwaters that will offer direct 
resistance to the waves. The second method is to build devices that 
will make the winds and waves build their own barriers. The third 
system of protection is to use the humble sand-binding grasses for the 
erection of strong shores that will prevent the ocean from washing 
them away. 

Along the north Jersey coast from Long Branch to Asbury Park 
the coast is formed of bluffs and high ground, and walls that will offer 
direct resistance to the waves must be constructed to protect them from 
the waves. These bluffs are being washed away rapidly where not 
protected by some artificial device, and the sand is carried back into 
the sea, where sand-bars are formed with it. Many years ago, when 
the Jersey sea-side resorts first became prominent, efforts were made to 
protect this shore with heavy timber bulkheads. But each recurring 
winter these massive timbers were washed away, and a good slice of the 
bluffs was levelled. No matter how heavy and strong this sort of 
protection is made, the sea is pretty sure to batter it down in time, and 
the work must be repeated. For fifteen years now property-owners 
have wasted their money in building makeshift timber walls to pro- 
tect their land from the ocean along many parts of our coast. The 
same amount of money put in strong walls of masonry and concrete 
would yield permanent results that would endure for half a century, 
and in time this must be the outcome of the present abortive attempts 
to keep back the sea. Besides wooden walls, numerous jetties run 
out into the ocean to break the force of the current, and in this way 
the damage to the bluffs is somewhat lessened. Nearly every storm 
of any great fury not only carries away or demolishes part of the walls, 


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but makes great inroads into the bluffs of sand behind them. A solid 
stone wall, with sloping faces to the sea, would protect the bluffs so 
that private and public property would be secure for all time. The 
best illustrations of this principle of coast defence can be seen in the 
numerous stone breakwaters constructed by the government for harbor 
protection. 

The second method of erecting a barrier to the ocean’s waves is 
common all along our sandy coasts, and, as it costs less than the first, 
it is the most popular. Wooden bulkheads and jetties are used almost 
entirely in this work, and stone walls and solid structures of concrete 
and masonry are not much superior to them. The principle is to make 
the tides and winds do most of the building, while the bulkheads and 
jetties serve merely as the nuclei of the future barriers. In order to 
accomplish this, a study of the tides and currents along the coast must 
be made. In ordinary weather the swift-flowing currents carry with 
them considerable loose sand which they wash away from the beaches 
and deposit at various points along their course. When the ocean is 
turbulent and rough, the tides, waves, and currents wash larger quan- 
tities of sand away from the beaches, and hurry them along to other 
parts. Where the sand is very loose and light the water is often so 
full of the particles during storms that it resembles watered milk. 
The carrying power of the currents depends upon their velocity and 
the character of the sand. Although this process may seem slow, it 
is one of the most dangerous methods of changing the configuration 
of the coast-line. The beaches are shifted, and the course of the chan- 
nels and sand-bars is so changed that navigation is made difficult. 

To prevent the beaches from being washed away, jetties are con- 
structed along the shore where the currents are the strongest, and by 
stopping them or deflecting them sharply to one side the moving water 
is made to give up a good part of the sand. Beach-building by this 
method is one of the best and surest ways of protecting coast property. 
In one winter a property-owner may add fifty feet of sand to his 
property, or, if unprotected, he may lose his entire possession. A 
jetty is generally built across the current, and extends some distance 
out into the sea. While this wooden structure may be washed away 
by the first heavy storm, it is more apt to collect enough sand around 
its basis to form an effectual barrier to the sea. The jetties are so con- 
structed that the currents whirl around sharply and deposit their sands 
in a triangular bank. Where the current is particularly strong, a 
series of bulkheads are formed, beginning with short ones that barely 
touch the inner edge of the current, and progressing out to very long 
ones that extend full across the path of the moving body of water. 
The beach-building then begins at the first jetty, and forms triangular 
banks all the way out to the longest jetty. Many miles of beach have 
been added to certain places in this way. A series of such jetties have 
been constructed in recent years off the Long Branch bluffs, and simi- 
lar protections are built on the beach at Atlantic City. 

The jetties are usually built of heavy timber or spiles driven into 
the sand in two rows, and the space between filled in with stone. The 
timbers are braced together with heavy iron bands, and on top of the 


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stones brush and general litter are deposited to catch the sand. The 
value of brush mixed in with the stones is just beginning to be properly- 
appreciated. When the current strikes the jetty a great deal of the water 
forces its way between the planks, and brush placed in between the two 
lines of spiles catches the greater percentage of the sand that has not 
been deposited on the other side. Unless the jetty is connected with 
the mainland very securely, the strong current is apt to rush around 
the inner side during heavy storms and wash away more beach than 
the jetty could possibly build in a year. Where the line of beach is 
very low, the jetty frequently has to be carried a mile or more back to 
high ground. At Atlantic City the main jetty is nearly submerged by 
the water at high tide, and to prevent the inner edge from being cut 
off from dry land by exceptionally high tides a long narrow bulwark 
runs far up on the beach. 

A good sample of beach-building by means of bulwarks and jetties 
may be seen around the light-house in the upper part of Atlantic City. 
A few years ago the ocean threatened to carry away this point of beach 
and tumble the light-house into the sea. The bulwarks erected along 
the edge to protect the beach only partly resisted the heavy waves of 
the ocean. Finally the government experts built jetties around the 
point for the purpose of making the swift currents and tides form a 
wider beach. The jetties radiated from a common centre near the 
light- house, and extended out into the ocean so as to interfere with the 
disintegrating action of the current. The work of beach-building 
began immediately. The current deposited sand in the triangular 
enclosures daily, until the banks became so large that many of the 
jetties were buried out of sight. To-day only the outer ends of the 
jetties are exposed to view, and these in time may become submerged 
by the drifting sands. The beach is nearly three hundred feet wide 
to-day at the point of the light-house, where six years ago there were 
scarcely twenty feet of firm beach at high tide. 

Private property-owners frequently adopt a cheaper method of pro- 
tecting their shore property where the ocean currents and tides threaten 
to carry their water front away. Rows of stakes are securely driven 
into the sand at low tide parallel with the line of the surf, and to these 
are anchored, by heavy stones or wire, bundles of twigs and bushes. 
Every hundred yards a timber jetty is constructed at right angles to 
the lines of bushes. The jetties turn the course of the currents, and 
the rows of twigs hold the sand deposited both by the tides and the 
deflected currents. At Belmar on the Jersey coast a makeshift bulwark 
is constructed of planks and spiles, with a smooth sloping surface facing 
the ocean. On top of the bulwark, elevated several feet above it, is a 
plank walk. During high tides and stormy weather the ocean waves 
wash up the sloping bulwark and pour over into the hollow space 
under the plank walk. The water carried into the enclosure can escape 
back to the ocean only by sinking through the beach, and in this way 
it leaves all the sand behind. Beach-building under the plank walk 
thus goes on apace, and a decided extension of the coast is made. 
Brush is sometimes placed inside of such a bulwark, to retain the sand 
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constructed a long timber fence to protect its property from the inroads 
of the ocean, and every wave that breaks over the top of it leaves a 
deposit of sand inside of the fence. 

The extreme southern beaches along the Carolina and Georgia 
coasts are composed of sand so fine that every wind-storm fills the air 
with immense clouds. When wet this sand packs as hard as a board 
floor, but as soon as the sun dries it out it becomes light and volatile 
again. The coasts here suffer more from sand-storms than from the 
action of the ocean’s waves. During heavy wind-storms a whole beach 
may almost disappear, while the flying sand may bury out of sight 
some valuable property. As the prevailing wind-storms are from the 
ocean side, the sand moves inland instead of going out to sea. This 
fine sand has been gradually advancing inland for a quarter of a cen- 
tury, and in places the coast is deeply indented by the sea and wind. 
Every ocean storm throws up enormous banks of the fine white sand, 
which is drifted inland in blinding clouds as soon as it is dry and a 
wind blows up from the sea. 

The question of protecting the coast from the combined action of 
wind and waves has long been anxiously studied, but now by a simple 
process the disastrous effect of the elements is pretty effectually counter- 
acted. The principle is very similar to that used for beach-building 
under the water, only the wind and not the waves is made the active 
agent. Long lines of dead brush are anchored in hedges parallel with 
the line of the surf, and, as these screens of twigs are so thick that the 
drifting sand is caught by them, the wind soon erects its own barrier. 
A succession of such hedges, stretching one back of the other, makes 
the wind almost harmless. What sand escapes from the first few 
hedges is pretty sure to find lodgement behind some of the others. 
The next step is to plant beach grass thickly along the tops of the 
beach cliffs thus formed, and the roots of these wild plants bind the 
sand together so firmly that the wind is unable to move the fine par- 
ticles. 

But the use of sand-binding grasses brings us to the third method 
of protecting the coast from the ravages of the sea and winds. In 
recent years the Department of Agriculture has made a special study 
of sand-binding grasses, and experiments have been made with more 
than a dozen of the best varieties to find out the relative value of the 
different sorts. Property -owners along the coast have made special 
appeals for information upon this subject, for without doubt these 
humble plants may in time do more toward checking the destructive 
action of the waves than anything else known to science. In various 
parts of the world the sea-grasses and sand-binding plants shut out the 
sea more effectually than extensive bulwarks of stone and timber. In 
Holland the land reclaimed from the North Sea is held firmly by the 
sand-binding grasses, and without them the problem would be much 
greater than it is to day. Seeds of many of the best sand-binding 
grasses are now distributed by the Department of Agriculture, and in 
this work a great amount of good may be accomplished for the future. 
Railroad companies are planting them on the seaward side of their 
lines, making them cooperate with the expensive sea-walls and bulwarks 


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in shutting out the sea. Canal companies are finding the grasses of 
inestimable value when planted along the embankments of their water- 
courses. 

The sand-binding grasses have extensive roots, which wind around 
in the sand in a most elaborate manner, holding together the fine par- 
ticles. The value of such grasses may be noticed by every visitor to 
the sea-shore. On some wild, exposed beach a knoll of sand rises far 
above the surrounding level of the land, and an examination wdll show 
that the hillock has been built and held together by clumps of beach 
grass. The wildest storm of wind and waves cannot always dislodge 
the tenacious roots of the sand-binding grasses. They are eminently 
adapted by nature to hold the land together to resist the violent action 
of the ocean. 

These grasses are found more or less in clumps and meadows all 
along our coast, but very little systematic effort has been made to plant 
them for coast protection. Certain species of the wild sea-grasses thrive 
in our northern latitudes, and others appear to do best in the warmer 
Southern States. Some are salt-water grasses, and a few succeed only 
on the banks of fresh lakes, rivers, and canals. On the Atlantic coast 
north of Maine the most beneficial sand- binding grass is the sea lyme 
grass, a species that holds the sand and soil together with remarkable 
tenacity. But south of Maine this plant is supplanted by the sand- 
reed or marram grass. On the Scottish coast the marram grass has been 
used for several hundred years to protect the land from the sea, and it 
was a penal offence to destroy it. An invasion by the sea of a large 
district in Western Scotland was the direct result of destroying the 
marram grass which grew there naturally. There is a decided tempta- 
tion to use the stalks and roots of the plant, for the former make good 
rope, and the latter excellent mats. The roots frequently run twenty 
or thirty feet underground, while the coarse stems, with long leaves, 
attain a height of from two to four feet. The plants grow in clumps, 
and the roots make such a complete net-work in all directions that the 
soil is bound together in one compact sod. This plant is found along 
most of the coasts of Europe, and from Maine to Virginia in this 
country. In recent years seeds of this soil-binding plant have been 
brought from Australia to be planted on the Pacific coast. Local 
laws have been passed at different times to protect this grass from 
destruction along the Atlantic coast. At one time Provincetown, Cape 
Cod, was threatened with destruction by sand-storms and the encroach- 
ment of the sea, but local laws were passed compelling citizens to plant 
and protect marram grass all along the harbor and sea front. The 
preservation of the town and harbor is said to be due to the protection 
afforded by this humble growth. 

The lyme grass is found in Northern Europe, as well as along the 
Maine coast and the British Provinces. It endures a colder climate 
than the marram, and is nearly as useful for binding the soil together. 
It is found also along inland bodies of water, and on the western coast 
of the United States. It has long, thickly woven roots, and stems 
three or four feet high, with numerous sharp-pointed leaves. The 
thick masses of stalks help to resist the action of the water almost as 


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much as the roots, and they collect sea- weed and other debris, washed 
up by the ocean, until a strong barrier is formed. 

In going south along our coast a new species of soil-binder is found 
occasionally before the marram reaches a climate unsuited to its growth. 
The bitter panic grass grows as far north as the Connecticut shore, but 
it is found in greater abundance south of Virginia. Between Con- 
necticut and Virginia the marram and bitter panic grasses overlap each 
other and cooperate in shutting out the sea from the land. The panic 
grasses extend all down the Southern coast, and even around on the 
Gulf side of Florida. The creeping panic grass is a variety that 
grows in great patches on the Atlantic side of Florida, and the so-called 
St. Augustine grass flourishes off the northern coast of the State and 
along the coast of Georgia. The common salt grass is a splendid soil- 
binder, but it is found more conspicuously along quiet bodies of water, 
such as our bays, rivers, and sounds. When the roots are transplanted 
to the ocean side they rapidly take possession of the soil, and hold 
back the sea with great success. 

There are numerous soil-binding grasses that flourish along canals 
and inland water-ways, the most common being the ordinary reed, 
which is useful in reclaiming swamp-land and river-banks subject to 
periodical floods. This grass is found to be very valuable on the lower 
banks of the Mississippi, and it flourishes in low, wet places from 
Maine to California. 

The Department of Agriculture has issued several important papers 
on the culture of soil-binding grasses, and the Year-Book for 1895 of 
the Department contains some valuable points by Prof. F. Lamson- 
Scribner, an expert in this field. The Department is also importing 
some of the best sand-binding grasses of other countries for the pur- 
pose of experiment. One of the most promising of these foreign 
grasses is the rolling spinifex of Australia and New Zealand. When 
this grass produces its flowers, the seeds are liberally scattered over the 
sand by the wind, and in a short time it takes possession of a whole 
beach. The Japanese lawn grass is another excellent foreign growth 
that binds the sand together compactly, and at the same time makes an 
excellent forage-grass. It is now used by private property-owners for 
making lawns upon the sand of their sea-side homes. It seems like a 
frail, tender variety for reclaiming the sand from the sea, but it does 
its work excellently, and cattle eat it with relish. 

All these grasses are propagated better by cuttings than from seed, 
but they will establish themselves satisfactorily by either method. A 
systematic and general effort is needed to make them take possession 
of the sea-coast from Maine to Florida, and then there would be less 
damage done to our coast every winter. Supplemented with bulwarks 
and jetties, the sand-binding grasses could save private and public 
property to the extent of many millions of dollars annually. The 
past system of defending the coast is costly and unsatisfactory, but a 
change for the better has already been inaugurated, and in the future 
it may create permanent improvements that will work untold benefits 
for all concerned. 


George Ethelbert Walsh. 


TWO OLD BOYS. 


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TWO OLD BOYS. 

“ TA AY after to-morrow will be Thanksgiving,” said Walter, taking 
1_J his seat beside Grandpa Davis on the top step of the front 
gallery. 

“ And no turkey for dinner, neither,” retorted Grandma Davis, while 
her bright steel needles clicked in and out of the sock she was knitting. 

The old man was smoking his evening pipe, and sat for a moment 
with his eyes fixed meditatively upon the blue hills massed in the 
distance. 

“ Have we got so pore as all that, mother ?” he asked, after a while, 
glancing over his shoulder at his wife, who was rocking to and fro just 
back of him. 

“ I ? m obleeged to own to the truth,” answered the old lady, de- 
jectedly. “ What with the wild varmints in the woods, and one thing 
and another, I’m about cleaned out of all the poultry I ever had. It’s 
downright disheartenin’.” 

“ Well, then,” asserted Grandpa Davis, with an unmirthful chuckle, 
“ it don’t appear to me as we’ve got so powerful much to be thankful 
about this year.” 

“ Why, grandpa !” cried Walter, in shocked surprise, “ I never did 
hear you talk like that before.” 

“ Never had so much call to do it, mebbe,” interposed the old man, 
cynically. 

The last rays of the setting sun touched the two silvered heads, and 
rested there like a benediction, before disappearing below the horizon. 

Silence had fallen upon the little group, and a bull-frog down in 
the fish-pond was croaking dismally. 

“Why don’t you go hunting, and try to kill you a turkey for 
Thanksgiving?” ventured Walter, slipping his arm insinuatingly 
through his grandfather’s. “I saw a great big flock of wild ones 
down on the branch, last week, and I got right close up to them 
before they flew.” 

“ I reckon there ought to be a smart sight of game round and 
about them cane-brakes along that branch,” said the old man, slowly, 
as though thinking aloud. “It used to be ahead of any strip of 
woods in all these parts, when me and Dick was boys. But nobody 
ain’t hunted there, to my knowledge, not sence me and him fell out.” 

“ I wish you and Grandpa Dun were friends,” sighed Walter. 
“ It does seem too bad to have two grandpas living right side by side, 
and not speaking.” 

“ I ’ain’t got no ill will in my heart for Dick,” replied Grandpa 
Davis, “ but he is too everlastin’ hard-headed to knock under, and I’ll 
be blamed if I go more’n half way towards makin’ up.” 

“That’s just exactly what Grandpa Dun says about you,” Walter 
assured him, very earnestly. 

“ Wouldn’t wonder if he did,” said the old man, pointedly. “ Dick 


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is always ben a mighty hand to talk, and he’d drap dead in his tracks 
if he couldn’t git in the last word.” 

Be this as it might, the breach had begun when the Davis cattle 
broke down the worm fence and demolished the Dun crop of corn, and 
it widened when the Dun hogs found their way through an old water- 
gap and rooted up a field of the Davis sweet potatoes. Several times 
similar depredations were repeated, and then shotguns were used on 
both sides, with telling effect. The climax was reached when John 
Dun eloped with Rebecca, the only child of the Davises. 

The young couple were forbidden their respective homes, though 
the farm they rented was scarce half a mile away, and the weeks 
rolled into months without sign of their parents relenting. 

When Walter was born, however, the two grandmothers stole over, 
without their husbands’ knowledge, and mingled their tears in happy 
communion over the tiny blue-eyed mite. 

It was a memorable day at each of the houses when the sturdy 
little fellow made his way, unbidden and unattended, to pay his first 
call, and ever afterwards (though they would not admit it, even to 
themselves) the grandfathers watched for his coming, and vied with 
each other in trying to win the highest place in his young affections. 

He had inherited characteristics of each of his grandsires, and 
possessed the bold, masterful manner which was common to them both. 
“ Say, grandpa,” he urged, “go hunting to-morrow and try to kill 
a turkey for Thanksgiving, won’t you? I know grandma would feel 
better to have one, and if you make a cane caller, like papa does, I’ll 
bet you can get a shot at one sure.” 

The old man did not commit himself about going, but when Wal- 
ter saw him surreptitiously take down his gun from the pegs on the 
wall across which it had lain for so many years, and begin to rub the 
barrels and oil the hammers, he went home satisfied that he had scored 
another victory. 

Perhaps nothing less than his grandson’s pleading could have in- 
duced Grandpa Davis to visit again the old hunting ground which had 
been so dear to him in bygone days, which was so rich in hallowed 
memories. It seemed almost a desecration of the happy past to hunt 
there now alone. 

The first cold streaks of dawn were just stealing into the sky the 
next morning, when, accoutred with shot-pouch, powder-flask, and his 
old double-barrelled gun, Grandpa Davis made his way towards the 
branch. A medley of bird-notes filled the air, long streamers of gray 
moss floated out from the swaying trees, and showers of autumn leaves 
fluttered down to earth. Some of the cows were grazing outside the 
pen, up to their hocks in lush, fresh grass, while others lay on the 
ground, contentedly chewing their cuds. All of them raised their 
heads and looked at him as he passed them by. 

How like old times it was to be up at daybreak for a hunt! The 
long years seemed suddenly to have rolled away, leaving him once 
more a boy. He almost wondered why Dick had not whistled to him 
as he used to do. Dick was an early riser, and somehow always got 
ready before he did. 


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817 


There was an alertness in the old man’s face and a spring in his 
step as he lived over in thought the joyous days of his childhood. 
The clouds were flushed with pink when he came in sight of the big 
water-oak on the margin of the stream, and recollected how he and Dick 
had loved to go swimming in the deep, clear water beneath its shade. 

“ We used to run every step of the way,” he soliloquized, laughing, 
“ unbuttonin’ as we went, shuck our clothes on the bank, and ’most 
break our necks try in’ to git in the water fust. I’ve got half a 
notion to take a dip this mornin’, if it wasn’t quite so cool,” he went 
on, but a timely twinge of rheumatism brought him to his senses, and 
he seated himself on the roots of a convenient tree. 

Cocking his gun, he laid it across his knees, and waited there 
motionless, imitating the yelp of a turkey the while. Three or four 
small canes, graduated in size, and fitted firmly one into the other, 
enabled him to make the note, and so expert had he become by long 
practice that the deception was perfect. 

After a pause he repeated the call ; then came another pause, another 
call, and over in the distance there sounded an answer. How the blood 
coursed through the old man’s veins as he listened ! There it was 
again. It was coming nearer, but very slowly. He wondered how 
many were in the flock, and called once more. This time, to his sur- 
prise, an answer came from a different direction, — a long, rasping sound, 
a sort of cross between a cock’s crow and a turkey’s yelp. 

He started involuntarily, and very cautiously peeped around. 
Hardly twenty steps from him another gray head protruded itself from 
the bole of another tree, and Grandpa Davis and Grandpa Dun looked 
into each other’s eyes. 

“I’ll be double-jumped-up if that ain’t Dick !” cried Grandpa 
Davis, under his breath. “ And there ain’t a turkey as ever wore a 
feather that he could fool. A minute more, and he’ll spile the fun. — 
Dick,” he commanded, “ stop that racket, and sneak over here by me,” 
beckoning mysteriously. “ Sh-h-h ! they are answerin’ ag’in. Down 
on your marrow-bones whilst I call.” 

Flattening himself upon the ground as nearly as he could, and 
creeping behind the undergrowth, Grandpa Dun made his way labori- 
ously to the desired spot. He’ had never excelled in calling turkeys, 
but he was a far better shot than Grandpa Davis. 

Without demur the two old boys fell naturally into the rdle of 
former days. Breathless and excited, they crouched there, waiting for 
the fateful moment. Their nerves were tense, their eyes dilated, and 
their hearts beating like trip-hammers. 

Grandpa Davis had continued to call, and now the answer was 
very near. 

“ Gimme the first shot, Billy,” whispered Grandpa Dun. “I let 
you do the callin’ ; and, besides, you know you never could hit nothin’ 
that wasn’t as big as the side of a meetin’-house.” 

Before Grandpa Davis had time to reply, there came the “ put-put- 
put” which signals possible danger. A stately gobbler raised his head 
to reconnoitre ; two guns were fired almost simultaneously, and, with 
a whir and a flutter, the flock disappeared in the cane-brake. 

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TWO OLD BOYS. 


The two old boys bounded over the intervening sticks and stumps 
with an agility that Walter himself might have envied, and, bending 
over the prostrate gobbler, exclaimed, in concert, “ Ain’t he a dandy, 
though !” 

They examined him critically, cutting out his beard as a trophy, 
and measured the spread of his wings. 

“ But he’s your’n, after all, Dick,” said Grandpa Davis, ruefully. 
“ These here ain’t none of my shot, so I reckon I must have missed 
him.” 

“ I knowed you would, Billy, afore you fired,” Grandpa Dun re- 
plied, with mock gravity, “ but that don’t cut no figger. He’s big 
enough for us to go halvers and both have plenty. More’ll that, you 
done the callin’, anyhow.” 

Then they laughed, and, as they looked into one another’s faces, 
each seemed to realize for the first time that his quondam chum was 
an old man. 

A moment before they had been two rollicking boys off on a lark 
together, — playing hooky, perhaps, — and in the twinkling of an eye 
some wicked fairy had waved her wand and metamorphosed them into 
Walter’s two grandfathers, who had not spoken to each other since 
years before the lad was born. 

Yet the humor of the situation was irresistible, after all, and, 
without knowing just how it happened, or which made the first ad- 
vance, Dick and Billy found themselves still laughing until the tears 
coursed down their furrowed cheeks, and shaking hands with as much 
vigor as though each one had been working a pump-handle. 

“I’ll tell you what it is, Billy,” said Dick at last; “you all come 
over to my house, and we’ll eat him together, on Thanksgivin’.” 

“See here, Dick,” suggested Billy, abstracting a nickel from his 
trousers-pocket ; “ heads at your house, and tails at mine.” 

“ All right,” came the hearty response. 

Billy tossed the coin into the air : it struck a twig and hid itself 
among the fallen leaves, where they sought it in vain. 

“ ’Tain’t settled yet,” announced Dick ; “ but lemme tell you what 
let’s do. S’posin’ we all go over to-morrow — it’ll be Thanksgivin’, 
you know — and eat him at John’s house.” 

“Good !” cried Billy, with beaming face. “ You always did have 
a head for thinkin’ up things, Dick, and this here’ll sorter split the 
difference, and ease matters so as ” 

“ Yes, and our two old women can draw straws, if they’ve got a 
mind to, and see which of them is obligated to make the fust call,” 
interrupted Dick. 

“ Jist heft him, old feller,” urged one of them. 

“ Ain’t he a whopper, though !” exclaimed the other. 

“ Have a chaw, Dick ?” asked Billy, offering his plug of tobacco. 

“ Don’t keer if I do,” acquiesced Dick, biting off a goodly mouth- 
ful. 

Seating themselves upon a fallen hickory log, they chewed and ex- 
pectorated, recalling old times, and enjoying their laugh with the care- 
less freedom of their childhood days. 


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819 


“ Dick, do you ricolleck the fight you and a coon had out on the limb 
of that tree over yonder, one night ?” queried Billy, nudging his com- 
panion in the ribs. “ He come mighty nigh gittin’ the best of you.” 

“ He tore one sleeve out of my jacket, and mammy gimme a bearin’ 
besides,” giggled Dick. “ And say, Billy, wasn’t it fun the day we 
killed old man Lee’s puddle-ducks for wild ones? I don’t b’lieve I 
ever run as fast in my life.” 

“ And, Dick, do you remember the night your pappy hung the 
saddle up on the head of the bed to keep you from ridin’ the old gray 
mare to singin’-school, and you rid her, bareback, anyway? You 
ricolleck you was stoopin’ over, blowin’ the fire, next mornin’, when he 
seen the hairs on your britches, an’ come down on you with the leather 
strop afore you k no wed it.” 

Thus one adventure recalled another, and the two old boys laughed 
uproariously, clapping their hands and holding their sides, while .the 
sun climbed up among the tree-tops. 

“ Ain’t we ben two old fools, to stay mad all this time?” asked one 
of them, and the other readily agreed that they had, as they once more 
grasped hands before parting. 

Walter had arranged the Thanksgiving surprise for his parents, 
but when he brought home the big gobbler he was unable longer to 
keep the secret, and divulged his share in what had happened. 

“ I didn’t really believe either one of them could hit a turkey,” he 
confided to his father, “ but I wanted to have them meet once more, 
for I knew if they did they would make friends.” 

The parlor was odorous with late fall roses next morning, the table 
set, and Walter and his parents in gala attire, when two couples, walk- 
ing arm in arm, appeared upon the stretch of white road leading up 
to the front gate. 

One couple was slightly in advance of the other, and Grandpa 
Davis, who was behind, whispered to his wife, — 

“ Listen, Mary ; Dick is actually try in’ to sing, and he never could 
turn a Itune, but somehow it does warm up my heart to hear him : 
seems like old times ag’in.” 

After dinner was over, — and such a grand dinner it was ! — 
Grandpa Davis voiced the sentiment of the rest of the happy family 
party when he announced, quite without warning, — 

“Well, this here has ben the thankfulles’ Thanksgivin’ I ever 
seen, and I hope the good Lord will spar’ us all for yet a few more.” 

Pauline Shackleford Colyar. 


AN OPEN SECRET. 

A WISE man in anger does not always show it ; 

But when he is in love — ah, then we all know it ! 

Emma C. Dowd. 


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THE LAND OF TAFFY. 


THE LAND OF TAFFY. 

I T is related that an English lord once said to his guests, “ I have a 
mansion in Wales which I have never seen, but which I am told 
is very fine. Every day dinner for twelve is set there and the carriage 
drawn up at the door in case I should arrive.” This may illustrate 
the relation of Wales to the average Englishman, for, although almost 
all the Welsh towns are but a ten hours’ ride from London, there is, 
perhaps, no other country in the world lying so near the centre of civil- 
ization of which so little is known to the outside world. Bookstores 
may load their shelves with volumes on all subjects, but few books 
will be found among them on this quaint, quiet, and perhaps most pic- 
turesque of all countries. The fact is, Wales is not much visited, is 
slightly spoken of and little read about, — not having produced a Walter 
Scott, — and perhaps these circumstances have done much to preserve 
the place in its typical state, and enabled the people to cling to old-time 
superstitions, customs, and language, and to present to a visitor a 
unique and refreshing flavor wholly its own. 

Welshmen who have emigrated to this country and afterward visited 
their native home have recorded finding everything almost the same 
as when they left, “ even the village pathway scarcely grown another 
blade of grass.” Although this does not show tendency to enterprise, 
it is indicative of the staid and old-fashioned character of the people. 
Theirs may be a sort of tame civilization, but it has preserved among 
them national features and characteristics that artists come from all 
over Europe to sketch and English dramatists delight to reflect upon 
the stage. There will be found the leathery, wrinkled face offset with 
peculiar costume; grotesque, queer old fogies in knee-breeches; wives 
and lassies in high chimney-pot hats with lace caps underneath, and 
a garb which is a mass of heterogeneous color. And over and above 
this variegated human aspect we find distinct types of the different 
nationalities that have peopled Wales in a remote past. 

Few would think of associating that most subtle and elusive of the 
gifts, poetry, with the sturdy, practical-appearing Welshman, or imagine 
that the somewhat ungainly-looking Welsh lassie, with her Mother 
Hubbard hat, is a descendant of the fair-haired idols of the poet. 
Yet Wales is the fountain-head of chivalrous poetry, which, with its 
mediaeval flavor, makes such delicious food for modern imagination. 
It was here that Geoffrey, the monk of Monmouth, made immortal the 
Arthurian romances embodied in the old British lays sung by the 
twelfth-century harpers, and wrote the life of the Welsh prophet 
Merlin, which Caxton afterwards printed and Tennyson wrought into 
verse. It was hither that Tennyson himself came to live while he was 
writing those Idylls, peerless in the realm of romantic tradition. Scott, 
Spenser, Milton, Dry den, Drayton, Coleridge, and many other poets 
have sung into verse the secrets hidden in the fastnesses of the Welsh 
mountains. Hither, too, came Shakespeare himself, and from the 


THE LAND OF TAFFY. 821 

valley of the Fairy Puck drew the inspiration of his “ Midsummer 
Night’s Dream” and “ Queen Mab.” 

Welsh women have had much to do with the inspiration of this 
poetry. Women remember fables and cleave to superstitions longer than 
men do, therefore the expression “ old wives’ tales” is so often heard in 
connection with mythical stories. Passing through successive gener- 
ations of Roman, British, Danish, and Norman rule, they mingled and 
infused their own legends and fairy-tales with those of the strangers. 
The women of Wales are dark-haired, but occasionally blond locks 
would be seen, and because of their rarity these were best beloved 
of the poet, — which explains the frequent appearance of golden-haired 
heroines in the poetry of olden times. 

Wales is the very cradle of fairy legend, and its beautiful imaginary 
tales give birth to its poets. There is a story for almost every Welsh 
crag, and a history for almost every acre of ground, be it real or myth- 
ical. The country teems with rich masses of legendary lore, about 
which cluster such delightful memories of the poetic period of the life 
of the world, — its childhood, before it became cold and practical and 
reasoned. Grimm drew many of his German sketches from the Welsh. 
That the belief in the Tylwyth Teg, or fairies, has still some foothold 
among the people of modern Wales is illustrated by the modern story, 
told in Cardiganshire, of Shire Rhys. 

Shire Rhys was a beautiful girl, a farmer’s daughter, whose task 
was that of driving the cows for milking. One night she came home 
late, and the parents took the girl to task. “ I could not help it,” said 
Shire. “ It was the Tylwyth Teg.” Her parents were aghast, but 
could not answer, for fairies were often seen in the woods of Cardigan. 
Many times after that she was late, but no one chided her, for fear of 
offending the fairies. At last one night she disappeared, and never re- 
turned to those parts again. But there came a wild rumor that she had 
been seen in Paris with rouged cheeks and painted eyebrows, although 
this did not alter the belief that the fairies had carried her off, for, even 
if it was true, folks believed that the Tylwyth Teg were as capable of 
taking her to Paris as to mystic cities of fairy-land. 

The Welsh, in their love for mystic history, have not forgotten the 
patient, placid black Welsh cow, which they claim sprang into exist- 
ence in the following mauner. Aberdovey was visited by bands of 
elfin ladies who possessed droves of beautiful milk-white kine. One 
day an old farmer caught one of these, and from that day his fortune 
was made. Such calves, milk, butter, and cheese as came from this 
animal had never before been seen in Wales. One day, thinking the 
cow was going to die of old age, he decided to kill her. He raised his 
bludgeon and struck for between the eyes, when, lo ! a shriek resounded 
throughout the place, his bludgeon went through the goblin head of 
the elfin cow, knocked over nine adjoining men, and sent himself 
frantically trying to catch hold of something permanent, while the 
animal and all her progeny to the third and fourth generation disap- 
peared. Only one remained of all the farmer’s white herds, and she 
had turned to a raven black. Whereupon the farmer in despair 
drowned himself. 


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THE LAND OF TAFFY. 


Every nation has a Rip Van Winkle of its own, but the Welsh 
story of Rip is unique. He is known as Taffy ap Sion. One morning 
Taffy heard a bird singing on a tree close by his path. Allured by 
the melody, he sat down until the music ceased. When he rose, what 
was his surprise at observing that the tree under which he had taken 
seat had now become dead and withered ! In the door- way of his home, 
which, to his amazement, had also suddenly grown older, he asked of 
a strange old man for his parents, whom he had left there, as he said, 
a few minutes before. Upon learning his name the old man said, 
“ Alas ! Taffy, I have often heard my grandfather, your father, speak 
of you, and it was said you were under the power of the fairies and 
would not be released until the last sap of that sycamore had dried 
up. Embrace me, my dear uncle, for you are my uncle; embrace 
your nephew.” Welshmen do not always perceive the humor of this 
somewhat novel situation of a youth — for Taffy was still merely a 
boy — being hailed as uncle by a gentleman perhaps forty years his 
senior. 

All along the fields of Wales stand ruins and castles crumbling to 
decay. Owls hoot and ivy clambers in the grass-grown chambers and 
rugged turrets, as they have done throughout many a hundred years. 
Old towns sleep at the foot of old hills, and the footsteps of strangers 
walking through quaint, irregular streets call ancient dames to ancient 
doors to peer curiously forth upon the passer-by. The country abounds 
in charming subjects for the artist, — the castle standing in the marshes, 
the ale-houses and taverns, old-fashioned characters smoking long pipes, 
shepherds with their sheep dimly seen in the mountain mist, lonely 
fishermen exercising their patient craft, people in outlandish garb cross- 
ing fords on their way to market, small hamlets with their modest 
mills, larger villages where the idlers gather on summer evenings at 
the crumbling stone bridges ; here the memorial of some famous battle- 
ground, or some abbey or monastery of thirteenth-century architec- 
ture, there the residence of some wealthy squire with green acres and 
noble trees; and, above all, bare, bleak hill-tops add just the requisite 
touch of severity to the aspect, to sav nothing of the grotesque legends 
inseparable from it all. Even the topography of the country is gro- 
tesque. It has sometimes been said that the founder of Welsh geo- 
graphical names must have taken all the letters of the alphabet, 
drunk many tankards of cwrw da , then kneaded the letters in a very 
confused manner and thus given them to the world. But even a Welsh 
baby can pronounce Cymreigyddion , and no one in the country thinks 
anything of Llangefelach. 

Perhaps the most typical of all the Welsh counties is Carnarvon- 
shire. It may be called the most Welsh of all the shires in Wales, 
retaining as it does the old British name, which in the case of many 
of the other counties has been lost. Carnarvon boasts of the castle in 
which the first Prince of Wales, afterwards the unfortunate Edward II., 
was born, and of the vast solid mass and wondrous precipices of Snow- 
don; and, although Wales has few theatres, — for there is a saying in 
the country that “ it is better to be a good kitchen-maid than a poor 
curate or a bad actress,” — Carnarvon has a hall that seats eight thou- 


THANKSGIVING. 


823 


sand people. But Wales has produced some fine actresses, who are 
better known in England than at home. That little Welsh actress, 
Nell Gwynne, lives in the remembrance of all nations. Carnarvon is 
also the home of Laura Burt, who, with her brother, a leading rector 
of the county, has purchased a characteristic Welsh home, and each 
summer is seen rowing, fishing, or swimming in the surf aud waters 
of Carnarvon. 

In many of his voyages to his beloved island of Skye, William 
Black, the novelist, has driven his yacht into the sands of Carnarvon 
and visited the people on its shores. He sometimes called at the Burt 
domicile and made friends with the actress when she was yet but a 
child, a friendship which has since continued, and she and her mother 
have on several occasions accompanied him on his flights to Skye. 
Many of the originals of the characters interwoven into his books are 
known to her. One of Mr. Black’s pet stories which Miss Burt relates 
is of a man who died before the sacrament had been administered, 
and, upon reaching heaven, was for that reason refused admission by 
St. Peter. It was suggested that a priest administer the sacrament 
while he waited without. St. Peter went in search of one, but re- 
turned somewhat downcast. “ There’s not a priest in the place,” 
he said. Mr. Black has on several occasions likened Miss Burt to 
his famous character of Sheila, the Princess of Thule. This was in 
many respects suggested by the habits of the actress, who is to be 
seen in the early morning with rifle on shoulder, tramping the heather 
in quest of game, or paddling her coracle — a small boat like a canoe, 
much used in Wales — on her way to the salmon-fishing banks. 

The date when the Welsh language will be spoken by the last old 
woman, when the old ruins and homes will be overrun by modern 
houses, and Wales as a land of legends give place to the encroachments 
of enterprise and business, may be in the far future ; yet who knows 
but the day may be at hand when time, which has been so kind to this 
little country in preserving its primitive individuality through all these 
unnumbered generations, will consign it to the inevitable law of evo- 
lution, and legendary, picturesque, quiet Wales bristle with commerce 
and the thousand and one “ improvements” of modern life? 

D. C. Macdonald. 


THANKSGIVING. 

F OR the triumph of right in the heart; 

For the bountiful goodness that shows 
Through the gloss of life’s careless routine ; 

For the petalous curves of a rose ; 

For the natural beauty of art; 

For the artless in Nature’s wide green ; 

Give thanks, O my soul ! 

Grace F. Pennypacker. 


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AN OLD VIRGINIA FOX-HUNT 


AN OLD VIRGINIA FOX-HUNT. 

A GLANCE at the field afforded sufficient evidence that this was to 
be a fox-hunt divested of all the accessories which immemorial 
usage has associated with this sport. There was not a red coat visible, 
nor a chrysanthemum, though it was in the season of this flower. Had 
any sportsman been so daring as to appear in a tall hat, the looks of 
his companions would, no doubt, have rendered him uncomfortable. 
The one individual who carried a hunting-crop held it low and was 
evidently uneasy lest it should attract too much attention. The spec- 
tacular was strictly subordinated to the rough requirements and possible 
contingencies of the day. 

The horses and dogs compared unfavorably — to the dogs. Careful 
scrutiny failed to reveal a close mane or a banged tail, but the absence 
of these beauty-marks could not rob the half- thoroughbreds of their 
sleek coats, nor of those indications of conscious power which consti- 
tute the glory of the horse. But the dogs ! A look at them deepened 
our understanding of the inner and essential meaning of the word 
“ hound” when used as an epithet. The alliterative adjectives lean, 
lank, and lazy exactly describe them. With drooping heads and tails, 
they literally staggered about or lay on the ground in attitudes of de- 
jection from which it seemed that the loudest blast of hunting-horn 
would utterly fail to arouse them. Up to that moment we had never 
quite believed the story that a Virginia fox-hound might occasionally 
be seen lying before an open fire, howling with pain as the intensifying 
heat scorched and blistered him, but too lazy to change his position. 
The actions of these dogs convinced us that it was true ; but the day 
was to reveal how even a lean and hungry dog can rise to an emergency. 
Before the hunt ended we were ready to admit that there may be some- 
thing in the theory, prevalent south of Mason and Dixon’s line, that a 
well-fed dog is likely to prove disappointing in the field. 

The cover was a scrubby pine wood, several miles in circumference, 
through which it was impossible to ride except along the winding and 
intersecting forest roads by which it was traversed in every direction. 
On the farther side, however, the thicket opened out upon a stretch 
of gently rolling country, admirably adapted fos a long and exciting 
chase close upon the heels of the pack. It was here that the hunt was 
expected to open and the real chase begin. 

One indispensable preliminary to this sport is to have or to find a 
fox ; and, as no one had thought to bring him along in a bag, it became 
necessary to rouse the gray-coat out of his covert. Half a dozen 
negroes were on the ground to act as beaters or starters ; and as we 
saw the duties of an important functionary usurped by these grinning 
and tattered retainers it was amusing to remember that some English 
noblemen are proud to write “ M.F.H.” after their names. 

We became aware, from the shouts of the darkies as they urged 
the dogs into the thicket, that these animals had names of famous 


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flavor, though their appellations had not been bestowed by one who 
possessed a fine sense of the historical or chronological unities. “ Hi, 
yo’ Clovis !” “ Come hyah, Uncas !” “ Git on, Brutus, git on ! What 
yo’ sulkin’ ’bout?” These ejaculations were accompanied by sundry 
kicks, delivered upon the representatives of these and other renowned 
characters. To such uses do men’s names come after death. 

After the disappearance of the hounds in the thicket we rode slowly 
along the devious ways of the pine lands, listening intently for that 
peculiar canine cry which announces the discovery of a trail. It was 
not long delayed, for gray foxes are almost as numerous in Eastern 
Virginia as rabbits are in the Western States. Suddenly, amidst the 
chorus of sharp, short yelps, we heard that long-drawn, wailing cry 
which at night would be interpreted as the cry of the banshee, but 
which, ringing out on the air of a bright November morning, loses its 
ominous significance for every one except the fox whose trail has been 
“ struck.” As the cry rose and swelled and was taken up by thirty 
other mouths, our slow-filing cavalcade became enthused with the life 
and animation of a cavalry company that has just received orders to 
charge. Reins were tightened, knees were pressed closer to saddles, 
hats were pulled down over eyes, and men leaned forward over their 
horses’ necks like jockeys waiting for the fall of the starter’s flag. 

But the time for action had not arrived. A forward dash now 
might result in placing us ahead of the fox and turn him toward the 
scrubby hill country behind us, in which case the chances were twenty 
to one in his favor. And as we waited, in attitudes of tense expecta- 
tion, our patience was rewarded by seeing the fox break cover and 
cross a little open glade fifty yards in front. He was not running, in 
the usual acceptation of the word. His movement was what a racing 
reporter would describe as “ a jog-trot and all the time his keen 
head was turning from side to side, as though he was determined to 
observe the imminence of the danger which threatened him before 
making a serious effort to escape it. A voice declared that the fox was 
laughing, and, at the distance, it did seem that his countenance wore a 
contemptuous smile, implying that he held our prowess and speed in 
mild disdain. 

The uplifted hand of an old rough rider, who by tacit consent acted 
as huntsman, told us that the time for spurs had not come. The dogs, 
now close at hand, would cross the glade, and, should the paths of 
horsemen and of hounds intersect, some canine heroes of ancient history 
and of modern fiction would be trampled beneath crushing hoofs. In 
obedience to the gesture, we waited, but the waiting was like martyrdom, 
for all pulses were throbbing in unison with the shrill music that was 
growing upon us out of the pine wood. Unconsciously we moved a 
little and a little farther forward, and the dogs crossed close in front, 
a solitary hound far in the lead, five others half a minute behind him, 
the body of the pack bunched and far in the rear. But these were 
not the dogs that sulked and cringed and whined half an hour before. 
Some wizard of the forest had transformed them by an incantation. 
Their running was like the leaping of leopards. 

The uplifted hand — it had a whip in it — fell, and each horse sprang 


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AN OLD VIRGINIA FOX-HUNT. 


forward as though he had received the blow. Away now for the open ! 
Away, hurry-scurry, helter-skelter, through the thicket, dodging limbs, 
jumping fallen trees, our faces tingling from contact with sharp pine 
needles, and leaving the odor of crushed wintergreen behiud us. As 
the thicket opened out we had a splendid view of the hounds, a quarter 
of a mile ahead. The fox was at first invisible, but we soon saw him 
as he crossed a little hill. He was running close to the fence and well 
in advance of the dogs. 

Unquestionably the sportsmen of Virginia are masters of the art 
of riding. The first four miles of cross-country work would have 
demonstrated this to the satisfaction of the most exacting and punctil- 
ious English squire. The fields were divided by tortuous rail fences, 
at which it was necessary to go obliquely ; and there were also half a 
dozen of those proverbial Virginia stone fences, which, though not 
particularly high, are vexing to the spirit, because, until his horse is 
actually in the air and going over them, it is impossible for a rider to 
see the nature of the ground on the other side. Upon the top of each 
of these barriers there sits a grinning and malignant sprite pointing 
with glee to a possible ditch on the other side, in which the chase shall 
ignominiously end. Probably they were familiar with it, but, at any 
rate, the country had no terrors for the Virginians. They went at and 
over everything with a dash and elan unsurpassed on any hunting-field. 
One stumble and fall occurred in a bit of stony ground, but there were 
no casualties at the fences; indeed, it was unusual to touch a rail in 
going over. 

The gray and the red fox possess peculiarities more remarkable and 
distinguishing than the variation in color. One of these points is that 
the gray fox is a short-distance and the red fox a long-distance runner. 
The red fox will often run straight away for a distance of ten, twelve, 
or even fifteen miles, while it is unusual for the gray fox to run more 
than three or four miles without doubling on his trail. With a temerity 
born of sleight and subtlety, he will, after gaining a fair lead, turn and 
run back on his course, apparently right in the faces and into the jaws 
of the hounds. This retrograde dash is a hundred yards to two fur- 
longs in length, according to the advantage given him by the distance 
of the dogs. Suddenly, at a favorable point and usually in open 
ground which the hounds will traverse at full speed, he turns and 
makes off at a right angle to his old course. The ruse almost invari- 
ably puts the dogs at fault, for, unless the pack is much scattered, the 
pursuers, in their excitement, pass right over the angle in the trail and 
continue on the old scent, which terminates at an unexpected and 
puzzling point. The time consumed by the dogs in finding the new 
trail and getting together again is just so much to the advantage 
account of the fox, as is also the fact that in the wide dispersion of 
the hounds some of them are sure to be left far behind. 

It is regarded as a mistake for a prestidigitator to repeat his per- 
formances, but the fox repeated this trick five successive times that day, 
and each time with the effect of mystifying the dogs. This sort of 
hunting is vastly different from following the scented bag, the difference 
being that every twist and turn of the fox brings him closer to some 


AN OLD VIRGINIA FOX-HUNT. 


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well-known hole, into which it is his aim to run and bring the hounds 
up standing and yelping at the entrance. This is an impoliteness of 
which the anise-bag is never guilty ; and, with less necessity for haste 
lest the quarry should escape, the riding is more deliberate, business- 
like, and dignified. When a wily fox leads the dogs, and resorts to 
all the expedients known to the wisest inhabitants of the forest in 
order to throw them otf the trail, there is more shouting and scram- 
bling, but there is also a keener interest in the chase and a vastly in- 
tensified excitement. 

Three hours from the start the pack was lost to sight and hearing 
among some short foot-hills which the fox reached in his last double 
and which were entirely too steep and rocky for fast riding through or 
over them. Here the wisdom of our tacitly appointed huntsman came 
into service, for, seeing the futility of following across such a country, 
he led us by a long cut-oif to within a quarter of a mile of the place 
where the chase again left the hills ; and from a little elevation where 
we had taken our stand we had a first-rate view of the fox as he left 
the mouth of a little valley almost beneath us and crossed a wide 
meadow. He had long ago settled down to the business of running, 
and the jog-trot had been exchanged for a quick, low, driving gallop, 
which took him over the ground at a wonderful speed. But for all 
their loss of time on the false trails the hounds were not far behind, 
and were rapidly gaining. We saw that the course would probably 
end within a mile or two. The bright sun had brought the frost out 
of the ground, and this fact was telling in favor of the dogs. Over 
soft ground the fox finds his brush a great encumbrance. Carried low 
and sweeping the surface of roads and fields, it soon becomes heavy 
with mud ; and many a fox has had his fate determined by the literal 
fact that he was not able to drag his own tail behind him. 

Now down the hill, over the fence, across the meadow, the pace 
getting faster at every moment under the spur of the rivalry to see 
who should be first in at the death. The relative endurance of the 
horses often determines this, rather than the perseverance or daring of 
their riders; but in the present instance the horses had all had a long 
breathing-time while we waited for the dogs to bring the fox back 
from the foot-hills, and whips and spurs were plied vigorously. It 
was a veritable race, and the running was magnificent. It would be 
perfectly safe to back some of those Virginia riders as against any 
amateurs in America in a steeple-chase. 

The fox-hound displays a certain ferocity, derived from wolfish 
ancestors, but he is not a torturer or inquisitor. To play with a victim, 
to stroke him softly, to loose him and then pounce upon him again, is 
a feline, not a canine, instinct. A hound springs for the throat or the 
back of the neck, and the first vicious snap of his jaws is meant to 
kill. The actual, physical cruelty of fox-hunting is thus minimized 
by being compressed into a few seconds ; though to what extent the 
useless killing is excused by the speedy death is a question in casuistry 
which we shall not attempt to answer. 

At the moment no one dreamed of proposing this or any other 
problem. All interest centred in the fact that we were gaining on the 


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THE WHIPPING OF UNCLE HENRY . 


chase, and thought was subordinated to fierce physical energy. A 
stone fence loomed ominously on the farther side of the next field. 
The fox tried to double the corner, but, seeing that he would be headed 
off, he attempted to clear it. The leap was a failure, and as he fell 
back the hounds were upon him in a struggling heap which resembled 
nothing so much as the indescribable scene following a tackle on the 
football field. 

Equally intent upon reaping the barbaric rewards of victory, the 
huntsman sprang from his horse and threw himself upon the confused 
mass of dogs, and a moment later he arose, waving a gray, bedraggled 
brush above his head. Man had in one more instance vindicated his 
supremacy and proved his dominion over the beasts of the earth. 

David Bruce Fitzgerald. 


THE WHIPPING OF UNCLE HENRY. 

“ T DO believe,” said Mrs. Pelham, stooping to look through the 
JL oblong window of the milk-and-butter cellar toward the great 
barn across the farm-yard, “ I do believe Cobb an’ Uncle Henry are 
fussin’ ag’in.” 

“ Shorely not,” answered her old-maid sister, Miss Molly Meyers. 
She left her butter-bowl and paddles, and bent her angular figure be- 
side Mrs. Pelham, to see the white man and the black man who were 
gesticulating in each other’s faces under the low wagon-shed that leaned 
against the barn. 

The old women strained their ears to overhear what was said, but 
the stiff breeze from across the white-and-brown fields of cotton stretch- 
ing toward the west bore the angry words away. Mrs. Pelham turned 
and drew the white cloths over her milk-pans. 

“ Cobb will never manage them niggers in the world,” she sighed. 
“ Henry has had Old Nick in ’im as big as a house ever since Mr. 
Pelham went off an’ left Cobb in charge. Uncle Henry hain’t minded 
one word Cobb has said, nur he won’t. The whole crop is goin’ to 
rack an’ ruin. Thar’s jest one thing to be done. Mr. Pelham has 
jest got to come home an’ whip Henry. Nobody else could do it, an’ 
he never will behave till it’s done. Cobb tried to whip ’im t’other day 
when you was over the mountain, but Henry laid hold of a axe-helve 
an’ jest dared Cobb to tetch ’im. That ended it. Cobb was afeard of 
’im. Moreover, he’s afeard Uncle Henry will put p’ison in his vic- 
tuals, or do ’im or his family some bodily damage on the sly.” 

“It would be a powerful pity,” returned Miss Molly, “fur Mr. 
Pelham to have to lay down his business in North Carolina, whar he’s 
got so awful much to do, an’ ride all that five hundred miles jest fur 
to whip one nigger. It looks like some other way mought be thought 
of. Couldn’t you use your influence ” 

“ I’ve talked till I’m tired out,” Mrs. Pelham interrupted. “ Uncle 
Henry promises an’ forms good resolutions, it seems like, but the very 
minute Cobb wants ’im to do some’n a little different from Mr. Pelham’s 


THE WHIPPING OF UNCLE HENRY. 


829 


way, Henry won’t stir a peg. He jest hates the ground Cobb walks on. 
Well, I reckon Cobb ain't much of a man. He never would work a 
lick, an’ if he couldn’t git a job overseein’ somebody’s niggers he’d let 
his family starve to death. Nobody kin hate a lazy, good-for-nothin’ 
white man like a nigger kin. Thar Cobb comes now, to complain to 
me, I reckon,” added Mrs. Pelham, going back to the window. “ An’, 
bless your soul, Henry has took his seat out in the sun on the wagon - 
tongue, as big as life. I reckon the pea-hay will jest have to rot on 
the ground.” 

The next moment a tall, thin-visaged man with gray hair and beard 
stood in the cellar door. 

“I’m jest about to the end o’ my tether, Sister Pelham.” (He 
always called her “ Sister,” because they were members of the same 
church.) “ I can’t get that black rascal to stir a step. I ordered Alf 
an’ Jake to hold ’im, so I could give ’im a sound lashin’, but they was 
afeard to tetch ’im.” 

Mrs. Pelham looked at him over her glasses as she wiped her damp 
hands on her apron. 

“ You don’t know how to manage niggers, Brother Cobb : I didn’t 
much ’low you did the day Mr. Pelham left you in charge. The fust 
mornin’, you went to the field with that thar hoss-whip in your hand, 
an’ you’ve toted it about ever since. You mought know that would 
give offence. Mr. Pelham never toted one, an’ yore doin’ of it looks 
like you ’lowed you’d have a use fur it.” 

“ I acknowledge I don’t know what to do,” said Cobb, frowning 
down her reference to his whip. “ I’ve been paid for three months’ 
work in advance, in the white mare an’ colt Mr. Pelham give me, an’ 
I’ve done sold ’em an’ used the money. I’m free to confess that 
Brother Pelham’s intrusts are bein’ badly protected as things are goin’ ; 
but I’ve done my best.” 

“ I reckon you have,” answered Mrs. Pelham, with some scorn in 
her tone. “ I reckon you have, accordin’ to your ability an’ judgment, 
an’ we can’t afford to lose your services after you have been paid. 
Thar is jest one thing left to do, an’ that is for Mr. Pelham to come 
home an’ whip Henry. He’s sowin’ discord an’ rebellion, an’ needs a 
good sound lashin’. The sooner it’s done the better. Nobody can do 
it but Mr. Pelham, an’ I’m goin’ in now an’ write the letter an’ send 
it off. In the mean time, you’d better go on to work with the others, 
an’ leave Henry alone till his master comes.” 

“ Brother Pelham is the only man alive that could whip ’im,” re- 
plied Cobb ; “ but it looks like a great pity an’ expense for Brother 

Pel ” But the planter’s wife had passed him and gone up the 

steps into the sitting-room. Cobb walked across the barnyard without 
looking at the stalwart negro sitting on the wagon-tongue. He threw 
his whip down at the barn, and he and half a dozen negroes went to 
the hay-fields over the knoll toward the creek. 

In half an hour Mrs. Pelham, wearing her split bonnet, came out 
to where Uncle Henry still sat sulking in the sun. As she approached 
him, she pushed back her bonnet till her gray hair and glasses showed 
beneath it. 


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“ Henry,” she said, sternly, “ I’ve jest done a thing that I hated 
mightily to do.” 

“ What’s that, Miss Liza ?” He looked up as he asked the question, 
and then hung his head shamefacedly. He was about forty-five years 
of age. For one of his race, he had a strong, intelligent face. Indeed, 
he possessed far more intelligence than the average negro. He was 
considered the most influential slave on any of the half-dozen planta- 
tions lying along that side of the river. He had learned to read, and 
by listening to the conversation of white people had (if he had ac- 
quired the colloquial speech of the middle-class whites) dropped almost 
every trace of the dialect current among his people. And on this he 
prided himself no little. He often led in prayer at the colored meeting- 
house on an adjoining plantation, and some of his prayers were more 
widely quoted and discussed than many of the sermons preached in the 
same church. 

“ I have wrote to yore master, Henry,” answered Mrs. Pelham, 
“ an’ I’ve tol’ ’im all yore doin’s, an’ tol’ him to come home an’ whip 
you fur disobeyin’ Brother Cobb. I hated to do it, as I’ve jest said ; 
but I couldn’t see no other way out of the difficulty. Don’t you think 
you deserve a whippin’, Uncle Henry?” 

“ I don’t know, Miss Liza.” He did not look up from the grass 
over which he swung his rag-covered leg and gaping brogan. “ I 
don’t know myself, Miss Liza. I want to helpMarse Jasper out all I 
can while he is off, but it seems like I jest can’t work fur that man. 
Huh, overseer! I say overseer! Why, Miss Liza, he ain’t as good 
as a nigger ! Thar ain’t no pore white trash in all this valley country 

as low down as all his lay-out. He ain’t fittin’ fur a overseer of 

nothin’. He don’t do anything like master did, nohow. He’s too 

lazy to git in out of a rain. He ” 

“ That will do, Henry. Mr. Pelham put him over you, an’ you’ve 
disobeyed. He’ll be home in a few days, an’ you an’ him can settle it 
between you. He will surely give you a good whippin’ when he gits 
here. Are you goin’ to sit thar without layin’ yore hand to a thing 
till he comes ?” 

“ Now, you know me better’n that, Miss Liza. I’ve done said I 
won’t mind that man, an’ I reckon I won’t ; but the meadow-piece has 
obliged to be broke an’ sowed in wheat. I’m goin’ to do that jest as 
soon as the blacksmith fetches my bull-tongue plough.” 

Mrs. Pelham turned away silently. She had heard some talk of 
the government buying the negroes from their owners and setting them 
free. She ardently hoped this would be done, for she was sure they 
could then be hired cheaper than they could be owned and provided 
for. She disliked to see a negro whipped ; but she could see no other 
way to make them do their duty. 

From the dairy window, a few minutes later, she saw Uncle Henry 
put the gear on a mule, and, with a heavy plough-stock on his shoulder, 
start for the wheat-field beyond the meadow. 

“ He’ll do two men’s work over thar, jest to show what he kin do 
when he’s let alone,” she said to Miss Molly. “ I hate to see ’im 
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break Lucinda’s heart. Mr. Pelham had ruther cut off his right arm ; 
but he’ll do it, an’ do it good, after havin’ to come so far.” 

Mr. Pelham was a week in reaching the plantation. He wrote that 
it would take several days to arrange his affairs so that he could leave. 
He admitted that there was nothing left to do except to whip Uncle 
Henry soundly, and that they were right in thinking that Henry 
would not let any one do it except himself. After the whipping he 
was sure that the negro would obey Cobb, and that matters would 
then move along smoothly. 

When Mr. Pelham arrived, he left the stage at the cross-roads, 
half a mile from his house, and, carpet-bag in hand, walked home 
through his own fields. He was a short, thick-set man of about sixty, 
round-faced, blue-eyed, and gray-haired. He wore a sack-coat, top- 
boots, and baggy trousers. He had a good-natured, kindly face, and 
walked with the quick step and general air of a busy man. 

He had travelled five hundred miles, slept on the hard seat of a 
jolting train, eaten railroad pies and peanuts, and was covered with 
the grime of a dusty journey, all to whip one disobedient negro. Still, 
he was not out of humor, and after the whipping and lecture to his 
old servant he would travel back over the tiresome route and resume 
his business where he had left it. # 

His wife and sister-in-law were in the kitchen when they heard his 
step in the long hall. They went into the sitting-room, where he had 
put down his carpet-bag, and, in the centre of the floor, stood swinging 
his hat and mopping his brow with his red handkerchief. 

He shook hands with the two women, and then sat down in his 
old seat in the chimney-corner. 

“ You want a bite to eat, an’ a cup of coffee, I reckon,” said Mrs. 
Pelham, solicitously. 

“ No, I kin wait till dinner. Whar’s Cobb ?” 

“I seed ’im at the wagon-shed a minute ago,” spoke up Miss 
Molly : “ he was expectin’ you, an’ didn’t go to the field with the 
balance.” 

“ Tell ’im I want to see ’im.” 

Both of the women went out, and the overseer came in. 

“ Bad state of affairs, Brother Cobb,” said the planter, as he shook 
hands. Then they both sat down, with their knees to the fire. 

“ That it is, Brother Pelham, an’ I take it you didn’t count on it 
any more’n I did.” 

“ Never dreamt of it. Has he been doin’ any better since he heerd 
I was cornin’ to — whip ’im ?” 

“ Not fur me, Brother Pelham. He hain’t done a lick fur me; 
but all of his own accord, in the last week, he has broke and sowed all 
that meadow-piece in wheat, an’ is now harrowin’ it down to hide it 
from the birds. To do ’im jestice, I hain’t seed so much work done in 
six days by any human bein’ alive. He’ll work for hisse’f, but he 
won’t budge fur me.” 

Mr. Pelham broke into a soft, impulsive laugh, as if at the memory 
of something. 

“ They all had a joke on me out in North Carolina,” he said. “ I 


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tol’ ’em I was cornin’ home to whip a nigger, an’ they wouldn’t believe 
a word of it. I reckon it is the fust time a body ever w^ent so fur 
on sech business. They ’lowed I was jest homesick an’ wanted a 
excuse to come back.” 

“ They don’t know what a difficult subject we got to handle,” Cobb 
replied. “ You are, without doubt, the only man in seven States that 
could whip ’im, Brother Pelham. I believe on my soul he’d kill 
anybody else that’d tetch ’im. He’s got the strangest notions about 
the rights of niggers I ever heerd from one of his kind. He’s jest 
simply dangerous.” 

“ You’re afeard of ’im, Brother Cobb, an’ he’s sharp enough to see 
it; that’s all.” 

The overseer winced. “ I don’t reckon I’m any more so than any 
other white man would be under the same circumstances. Henry 
mought not strike back lick fur lick on the spot, — I say he mought 
not ; an’ then ag’in he mought, — but he’d git even by some hook or 
crook, or I’m no judge o’ niggers.” 

Mr. Pelham rose. “ Whar is he?” 

“ Over in the wheat-field.” 

“ Well, you go over thar an’ tell ’im I’m here, an’ to come right 
away down in the woods by the gum spring. I'll go down an’ cut 
some hickory withes an’ wait fur ’im. The quicker it’s done an’ over, 
the deeper the impression will be made on ’im. You see, I want ’im 
to realize that all this trip is jest solely on his account. I’ll start back 
early in the mornin’. That will have its weight on his future conduct. 
An’, Brother Cobb, I can’t — I jest can’t afford to be bothered ag’in. 
My business out thar at the lumber-camp won’t admit of it. This 
whippin’ has got to do fur the rest of the year. I think he’ll mind 
you when I git through with ’im. I like ’m better’n any slave I ever 
owned, an’ I’d a thousand times ruther take the whippin’ myself; but 
it’s got to be done.” 

Cobb took himself to Henry in the wheat-field, and the planter 
went down into the edge of the woods near the spring. With his 
pocket-knife he cut two slender hickory switches about five feet in 
length. He trimmed off the out-shooting twigs and knots, and 
rounded the butts smoothly. 

From where he sat on a fallen log, he could see, across the boggy 
swamp of bulrushes, the slight rise on which Henry was at work. He 
could hear Henry’s mellow, resonant “ Haw” and “ Gee,” as he drove 
his horse and harrow from end to end of the field, and saw Cobb 
slowly making his way toward him. 

Mr. Pelham laid the switches down beside him, put his knife in 
his pocket, and stroked his beard thoughtfully. Suddenly he felt a 
tight sensation in his throat. The solitary figure of the negro as he 
trudged along by the harrow seemed so pathetic. Henry had always 
been such a noble fellow, so reliable and trustworthy. They had really 
been, in one way, more like brothers than master and slave. He had 
told Henry secrets that he had confided to no other human being, and 
they had laughed and cried together over certain adventures and sor- 
rows. About ten years before, Mr. Pelham’s horse had run away and 


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thrown him against a tree and broken his leg. Henry had heard his cries 
and run to him. They were two miles from the farm-house, and it 
was a bitterly cold day, but the stalwart negro had taken him in his 
arms and carried him home and laid him down on his bed. There had 
been a great deal of excitement about the house, and it was not until 
after the doctor had come and dressed the broken limb that it was 
learned that Henry had fallen in a swoon in his cabin and lain there 
unconscious for an hour, his wife and children being away. Indeed, 
he had been almost as long recovering as had been his master. 

Henry had stopped his horse. Cobb had called to him, and was 
approaching. Then Mr. Pelham knew that the overseer was delivering 
his message, for the negro had turned his head and was looking toward 
the woods which hid his master from view. Mr. Pelham felt himself 
flush all over. Could he be going to whip Henry, — really to lash his 
bare back with those switches ? How strange it seemed all at once ! 
And that this should be their first meeting after a two months’ sepa- 
ration ! 

In his home-comings before Uncle Henry had always been the first 
to meet him with outstretched hand. But the negro had to be 
whipped. Mr. Pelham had said it in North Carolina ; he had said it 
to Cobb, and he had written it to his wife. Yes, it must be done, and, 
if done at all, of course it must be done right. 

He saw Henry hitch his horse to a chestnut-tree in the field and 
Cobb turn to make his way back to the farm-house. Then he watched 
Henry approaching till the bushes which skirted the field hid him from 
view. There was no sound for several minutes except the falling of 
the dry leaves in the woods behind him, and then Uncle Henry’s head 
and shoulders appeared above the broom-sedge near by. 

“ Howdy do, Marse Jasper?” he cried, and the next instant he 
broke through the yellow foliage and stood before his master. 

“ Purty well, Henry.” Mr. Pelham could not refuse the black hand 
which was extended and which caught his with a hearty grasp. “ I 
hope you are as well as common, Henry ?” 

“ Never better in my life, Marse Jasper.” 

The planter had risen, but he now sat down beside his switches. 
For a moment nothing was said. Uncle Henry awkwardly bent his 
body and his neck to see if his horse were standing where he had left 
him, and his master looked steadfastly at the ground. 

“ Sit down, Henry,” he said, presently, and the negro took a seat 
on the extreme end of the log and folded his black, scarred hands over 
his knee. “ I want to talk to you first of all. Something of a very 
unpleasant, unavoidable nature has got to take place betwixt us, an’ I 
want to give you a sound talkin’ to beforehan’.” 

“All right, Marse Jasper; I’m a-listenin’.” Henry looked again 
toward his horse. “ I did want to harrow that wheat down ’fore them 
birds eat it up ; but I got time, I reckon.” 

The planter coughed and cleared his throat. He tried to cross his 
short, fat legs by sliding the right one up to the knee of the left, but, 
owing to the lowness of the log, he was unable to do it, so he left his 
legs to themselves, and, with a hand on either side of him, leaned back. 

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“ Do you remember, Uncle Henry, twenty years ago, when you 
belonged to old Heaton Pelzer an’ got to hankerin’ after that yellow 
girl of mine just after I bought her in South Carolina?” 

“ Mighty plain, Marse Jasper, mighty plain.” Henry’s face showed 
a tendency to smile at the absurdity of the question. 

“ Lucinda was jest as much set after you, it seemed,” went on the 
planter. “Old Pelzer was workin’ you purty nigh to death on his 
pore, wore-out land, an’ pointedly refused to buy Lucinda so you could 
marry her, nur he wouldn’t consent to you marryin’ a slave of mine. 
Ain’t that so ?” 

“ Yes, Marse Jasper, that’s so, sir.” 

“ I had jest as many niggers as I could afford to keep, an’ a sight 
more. I was already up to my neck in debt, an’ to buy you I knowed 
I’d have to borrow money an’ mortgage the last thing I had. But 
you come to me night after night, when you could sneak off, an’ begged 
an’ begged to be bought, so that I jest didn’t have the heart to refuse. 
So, jest to accommodate you, I got up the money an’ bought you, 
payin’ fully a third more for you than men of yore age was goin’ at. 
You are married now, an’ got three as likely children as ever come in 
the world, an’ a big buxom wife that loves you, an’ if I haven’t treated 
you an’ them right I never heerd of it.” 

“ Never was a better master on earth, Marse Jasper. If thar is, I 
hain’t never seed ’im.” Henry’s face was full of emotion. He picked 
up his slouch hat from the grass and folded it awkwardly on the log 
beside him. 

“ From that day till this,” the planter went on, “ I’ve been over 
my head in debt, an’ I can really trace it to that transaction. It was 
the straw that broke the camel’s back, as the feller said. Well, now, 
Henry, six months ago, when I saw that openin’ to deal in lumber in 
North Carolina, it seemed to me to be my chance to work out of debt, 
if I could jest find somebody to look after my farm. I found a man, 
Henry, — a good, clever, honest man, as everybody said, an’ a member 
of Big Bethel Church. For a certain consideration he agreed to take 
charge. That consideration I’ve paid in advance, an’ it’s gone : I 
couldn’t git it back. 

“Now, how has it turned out? I had hardly got started out thar * 
before one of my niggers — the very one I relied on the most — has 
played smash with all my plans. You begun by turnin’ up yore nose 
at Brother Cobb, an’ then by openly disobeyin’ ’im. Then he tried to 
punish you, — the right that the law gives a overseer, — an’ you up an’ 
dared him to tetch you, an’ ” 

“ Marse Jasper ” 

“Hold yore tongue till I’m through.” 

“All right, Marse Jasper, but ” 

“ You openly defied ’im, that’s enough ; you broke up the order of 
the whole thing, an’ yore mistress was so upset that she had to send 
fur me. Now, Henry, I hain’t never laid the lash on you in my life, 
an’ I’d ruther take it myself than to have to do it, but I hain’t come 
five hundred miles jest to talk to you. I’m goin’ to whip you, Henry, 
an’ I’m goin’ to do it right, if thar’s enough strength in my arm. 


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835 


You needn’t shake yore head an’ sulk. No matter what you refused 
to let Cobb an’ the rest of ’em do, you are a-goin’ to strip yore back 
an’ take what I’m goin’ to give you without a word, because you know 
it’s just an’ right.” 

Henry’s face was downcast, and his master could not see his eyes, 
but a strange, rebellious fire had suddenly kindled in them, and he 
was stubbornly silent. Mr. Pelham could not have dreamed of what 
was passing in his mind. 

“ Henry, you an’ me are both religious men,” said the planter, after 
he had waited for a moment. “ Let’s kneel right down here by this 
log an’ commune with the Lord.” 

Without a word the negro rose and knelt, his face in his hands, 
his elbows on the log. There never had been a moment when Uncle 
Henry was not ready to pray or listen to a prayer. He prided him- 
self on his own powers in that line, and had unbounded respect for 
the efforts of others. Mr. Pelham knelt very deliberately and began 
to pray : 

“ Our heavenly Father, it is with extreme sadness an’ sorrow that 
we come to Thee this bright, sunny day. Our sins have been many, 
an’ we hardly know when our deeds are acceptable in Thy sight, but 
bless all our efforts, we pray Thee, for the sake of Him that died for 
us, an’ let us not walk into error in our zeal to do Thy will. 

“ Lord, Thou knowest the hearts of Thy humble supplicant an’ 
this man beside him. Thou, through the existin’ laws of this land, 
hast put him into my care an’ keepin’ an’ made me responsible to a 
human law for his good or bad behavior. Lord, on this occasion it 
seems my duty to punish him for disobedience, an’ we pray Thee to 
sanction what is about to take place with Thy grace. Let no anger or 
malice rest in our hearts during the performance of that disagreeable 
task, an’ let the whole redound to Thy glory for ever an’ ever, through 
the mercy of Thy Son, our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.” 

Mr. Pelham rose to his feet stiffly, for he had touches of rheuma- 
tism, and the ground was cold. He brushed his trousers, and laid 
hold of his switches. But, to his surprise, Henry had not risen. If 
it had not been for the stiffness of his elbows, and the upright position 
of his long feet, which stood on their toes erect as gate-posts, Mr. 
Pelham might have thought that he had dropped to sleep. 

For a moment the planter stood silent, glancing first at the mass 
of ill-clothed humanity at his feet, and then sweeping his eyes over 
the quiet, rolling land which lay between him and the farm-house. 
How awfully still everything was ! He saw Henry’s cabin near the 
farm-house. Lucinda was out in the yard, picking up chips, and one 
of Uncle Henry’s children was clinging to her skirts. The planter 
was very fond of Lucinda, and he wondered what she would do if she 
knew he was going to whip her husband. But why did the fellow not 
get up ? Surely that was an unusual way to act. In some doubt as 
to what he ought to do, Mr. Pelham sat down again. It should not 
be said of him that he had ever interrupted any man’s prayers to whip 
him. As he sat down, the log rolled slightly, the elbows of the negro 
slid off the bark, and Henry’s head almost came in contact with the 


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log. But lie took little notice of the accident, and, glancing at his 
master from the corner of his eye, he deliberately replaced his elbows, 
pressed his hands together, and began to pray aloud : 

“Our heavenly Father.” These words were spoken in a deep, 
sonorous tone, and as Uncle Henry paused for an instant, the echoes 
groaned and murmured and died against the hill behind him. Mr. 
Pelham bowed his head to his hand. He had heard Henry pray 
before, and now he dreaded hearing him, he hardly knew why. 

“Our heavenly Father,” the slave repeated, in his mellow sing- 
song tone, “ Thou knowest that I am Thy humble servant. Thou 
knowest that I have brought to Thee all my troubles since my change 
of heart, — that I have left nothing hidden from Thee, who art my 
Maker, my Redeemer, an’ my Lord. Thou knowest that I have for a 
long time harbored the belief that the black man has a few rights that 
he don’t git under existin’ laws, but which, Thy will be done, will 
come in due time. Thou knowest, an’ I know, that Henry Pelham is 
nigher to Thee than the dumb brutes, an’ that it ain’t no way to lift a 
nigger up to beat ’im like a horse or a ox. I have said this to Thee 
in secret prayer, time an’ ag’in, an’ Thou knowest how I stand on it, 
if my master don’t. Thou knowest that before Thee I have vowed 
that I would die before any man, white or black, kin beat the blood 
out’n my back. I may have brought trouble an’ vexation to Marse 
Jasper, I don’t dispute that, but he had no business puttin’ me under 
that low-down, white-trash overseer an’ goin’ off so far. Heavenly 
Father, thou knowest I love Marse Jasper, an’ I would work fur ’im 
till I die, but he is ready to put the lash to me an’ disgrace me before 
my wife an’ children. Give my arms strength, Lord, to defend myself 
even against him, — against him who has, up to now, won my respect 
an’ love by forbearance an’ kindness. He has said it, Lord, — he has 
said that he will whip me; but I’ve said, also, that no man shall do it. 
Give me strength to battle fur the right, an’ if he is hurt, may the 
Lord have mercy on him ! This I ask through the mercy an’ the 
blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.” 

Henry rose awkwardly to his feet and looked down at his master, 
who sat silent, on the log. Mr. Pelham’s face was pale. There was a 
look of indecision under the pallor. He held one of the switches by 
the butt in his hand, and with its tapering end tapped the brown leaves 
between his legs. He looked at the imperturbable countenance of the 
negro for fully a minute before he spoke. 

“ Do you mean to say, Henry,” he asked, “ that you are a-goin’ to 
resist me by force?” 

“I reckon I am, Marse Jasper, if nothin’ else won’t do you. 
That’s what I have promised the Lord time an’ ag’in, since Cobb come 
to boss me. I wasn’t thinkin’ about you then, Marse Jasper, because 
I didn’t ’low you ever would try such a thing; but I said any white 
man, an’ I can’t take it back.” 

The planter looked up at the stalwart man towering over him. 
Henry could toss him about like a ball. In his imagination, he had 
pictured the faithful fellow bowed before him, patiently submitting to 
his blows, but the present contingency had never entered his mind. He 


THE WHIPPING OF UNCLE HENRY. 837 

tried to be angry, but the good-natured face of the slave he loved made 
it impossible. 

“ Sit down thar, Henry,” he said, and when the negro had obeyed 
he continued almost appealingly, “ I have told the folks in North 
Carolina that I was cornin’ home to whip you, you see. I have told 
yore mistress, an’ I have told Cobb. I’ll look like a fool if I don’t 
do it.” 

A regretful softness came into the face of the negro, and he hung 
his head, and for a moment picked at the bark of the log with his 
long thumb-nail. 

“ I’m mighty sorry, Marse Jasper,” he answered, after remaining 
silent for a while. “But you see I’ve done promised the Lord ; you 
wouldn’t have me — what do all them folks amount to beside the 
Lord ? No, a body ought to be careful about what he’s promised to 
the Lord.” 

Mr. Pelham had no reply forthcoming. He realized that he was 
simply not going to whip Uncle Henry, and he did not want to appear 
ridiculous in the eyes of his friends. The negro saw by his master’s 
silence that he was going to escape punishment, and that made him 
more humble and sympathetic than ever. He was genuinely sorry for 
his master. 

“ You have done told ’em all you was goin’ to whip me, I know, 
Marse Jasper; but why don’t you jest let ’em think you done it? 1 
don’t keer, jest so I kin keep my word. Lucinda ain’t a-goin’ to 
believe it, nohow.” 

At this loophole of escape the face of the planter brightened. For 
a moment he felt like grasping Henry’s hand ; then a cloud came over 
his face. 

“But,” he said, “what about yore future conduct? Will you 
mind what Cobb tells you ?” 

“I jest can’t do that, Marse Jasper. We jest can’t git along 
together. He ain’t no man at all.” 

“Well, what on earth am I to do? I’ve got to have an overseer, 
an’ I’ve got to go back to North Carolina.” 

“ You don’t have to have no overseer fur me, Marse Jasper. Have 
I ever failed to keep a promise to you, Marse Jasper?” 

“No; but I can’t be here.” 

“ I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Marse Jasper. Would you be satisfied 
with my part of the work if I tend all the twenty-acre piece beyond 
my cabin, an’ make a good crop on it, an’ look after all the cattle an’ 
stock, an’ clear the woodland on the hill an’ cord up the fire-wood ?” 

“ You couldn’t do it, Henry.” 

“ I’ll come mighty nigh it, Marse Jasper, if you’ll let me be my 
own boss an’ be responsible to you when you git back. Mr. Cobb kin 
boss the rest of ’em. They don’t keer how much he swings his whip 
about an’ struts around.” 

“Henry, I’ll do it. I can trust you a sight better than I can 
Cobb. I know you will keep yore word. But you will not say any- 
thing about ” 

“ Not a word, Marse Jasper. They all may ’low I’m half dead, if 


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they want to.” Then the two men laughed together heartily and 
parted. 

The overseer and the two white women were waiting for Mr. Pel- 
ham in the back-yard as he emerged from the woods and came toward 
the house. Mrs. Pelham opened the gate for him, scanning his face 
anxiously. 

“ I was afraid you an’ Henry had had some difficulty,” she said, in 
a tone of relief ; “ he has been that hard to manage lately.” 

Mr. Pelham grunted and laughed in disdain. 

“ Pll bet he was the hardest you ever tackled,” ventured Cobb. 

“ Anybody can manage him,” the planter replied, — “ anybody that 
has got enough determination. Henry knows me.” 

“ But do you think he’ll obey my orders after you go back ?” 
Cobb had followed Mr. Pelham into the sitting-room, and he waited 
anxiously for the reply to his question. 

The planter stooped to spit into a corner of the chimney, and 
then slowly and thoughtfully stroked his beard with his hand. 
“ That’s the only trouble, Brother Cobb,” he said, thrusting his fat 
hands into the pockets of his trousers and turning his back to the fire ; 
“ that’s the only drawback. To be plain with you, Brother Cobb, I’m 
afeard you don’t inspire respect : men that don’t own niggers seldom 
do. I believe on my soul that nigger would die fightin’ before he’d 
obey yore orders. To tell the truth, I had to arrange a plan, an’ that 
is one reason — one reason — why I was down thar so long. After what 
happened to-day” (Mr. Pelham spoke significantly and stroked his 
beard again), “ he’ll mind me jest as well at a distance as if I was 
here on the spot. He’d have a mortal dread of havin’ me come so fur 
ag’in.” 

“ I hope you wasn’t cruel, Mr. Pelham,” said Mrs. Pelham, who 
had just come in. “ Henry’s so good-hearted ” 

“ Oh, he’ll git over it,” replied the planter, ambiguously. “ But, 
as I was goin’ on to say, I had to fix another plan. I have set him a 
task to do while I’m away, an’ I believe he’ll do it, Brother Cobb. 
So all you’ll have to do will be to look after the other niggers.” 

The plan suited Cobb exactly, but when Mr. Pelham came home 
the following summer it was hard to hear him say that Uncle Henry 
had accomplished more than any three of the other negroes. 

Will N. Harden. 


FAME. 

F AME beckoned me. Forward a little way 

She leaned, that I might see the wreath of bay. 
Wooed by the throng in vain, unsmiling, cold, 

Nor touched by human pain, nor joy, nor gold, 

Over the struggling mass her eyes held mine : 

“ Care not ! Trample them ! Pass ! and I am thine !” 

Elizabeth Crooks. 


FLIRTATION AS A FINE ART. 


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FLIRTATION AS A FINE ART. 

A WISE man has said that every man’s philosophy is the result 
of his own experience. I can only hope, in extenuation of the 
lightness of this little paper, that it will assist in proving what the 
wise man did not say, though he might have, — that a woman’s philoso- 
phy is generally the result of some observation and a certain mental 
incapacity for following any connected train of thought. 

My feminine readers may perhaps take issue with me for this last 
expression ; but I wish to assure them, if they will leave their intel- 
lectual honor in my hands for yet a little while, I will prove that, 
though not perhaps a worthy exponent of the highest development of 
feminine brain-power, I am yet a stout champion and an ardent ad- 
mirer. At the first blush the remark may sound unflattering. But 
this very mental incapacity for grasping enormous subjects, for lumping 
the universe as it were, has its advantages. In exchange for these 
stupendous qualities of mind, we have the critical and analytical 
powers marvellously developed, we have that delicate appreciation of 
detail which alone can form the perfect artist, — and the Fine Art of 
Flirtation is no mean profession. The present generation is inclined 
to take itself too seriously. To be in the swim, we must all go in for 
something, we must all have some noble ambition, some absorbing pur- 
pose ; if not Greek and calculus, then china-painting and the banjo. 
Enormous questions agitate the public mind. Our young men ask 
themselves (ah, if they would only ask themselves), “ Is an agnostic 
philosophy possible ?” Our young women muddle their brains on that 
most gigantically irrational of all questions which goes under the name 
of “ Woman’s Bights.” 

It has been frequently asserted by philosophers and others that the 
home and fireside is the sphere of woman. The bloomerite would 
have us believe that woman is predestined to mount the platform of 
“ Liberty, Fraternity, and Equality” and sway the universe ; the female 
poet, with her rapturous eyes, calls on her sister to breast the swift 
current of the river of life and plant her banner in the soil of the un- 
discovered country of happiness. Magnificent ideas and wholesome 
advice, no doubt, but difficult of attainment. 

The home and the fireside form a very pretty picture, and that it is 
our proper sphere is a time-honored maxim, and therefore worthy of re- 
spect. But Stevenson says, “ To be too comfortable tends to a fatty 
degeneration of one’s moral being,” — which is surely a result to be 
guarded against. 

Since this subject was suggested to my mind, I have given it much 
consideration and all the concentration of thought in my power, and I 
have come to the conclusion that the sphere of woman is the Salon, 
and her proper profession that of conferring happiness and pleasure on 
herself and her fellow-men ; in other words, the fine art of flirtation. 
Everybody in this day is either a teacher or a pupil. It is the fad 


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of the age to know something. Flirtation is by no manner of means 
opposed to this. It is in itself a liberal education. It polishes both 
mind and manners ; it sharpens the wits, at the same time that it en- 
courages that suaveness of disposition, that exquisite charm of manner, 
and that ambition to be pleasing, which are a woman’s crown of glory. 

And from an ethical stand-point, at the risk of appearing para- 
doxical, I will go so far as to assert that the coquette is your true phi- 
lanthropist. To begin with, she is generally a “ men’s woman.” That 
term immediately generates a prejudice in all well-regulated minds; 
and yet why should it? Charles Dudley Warner says of her, “ She 
is a happy combination of qualities somewhat difficult to describe.” 
Mrs. Racket says, “a creature for whom education has done much, and 
nature more. She has taste, elegance, spirit, and understanding.” 

Warner says, “ She is all this, and more To begin with, she is 

old enough to know her world thoroughly ; yet, though she need never 
have been beautiful, she must have kept her youth. She is in no sense 
a light woman, neither is she over-intellectual ; she would not speak 
Greek even if she could. She is a creature of infinite tact, whom every 
outward semblance of a man interests profoundly. With him she is 
always at her best, and she contrives to get out of him the best there 
is. She listens well, and grows sympathetic as she listens. Has he a 
special weakness? She half tempts him to believe it is a virtue. An 
adept in the subtlest forms of flattery, she would force the meanest of 
us to shine, even when he is ill at ease. And yet, above all, she re- 
mains sincere. Her interest in him is real, and survives the fleeting 
moment. He is a man; that is to say, for her, the brightest page in 
nature’s book. She respects convention, knowing well when she may 
venture to be unconventional ; yet she is unapproachable and irre- 
proachable. In return he adores her.” George Eliot says, “ One’s self- 
satisfaction is a kind of untaxed property, which it is very unpleasant 
to find depreciated.” The men’s woman with a word or a gesture or 
a look conveys to her companion the conviction, “ You interest me,” 
not so much for the sake of pleasing as because it is true. Can such 
conduct be actuated by any other motives than those of the purest 
and truest philanthropy? 

Flirtation should be fostered, not frowned upon ; for an institution 
that will, as one man epigrammatically puts it, “ afford entertainment 
without responsibility” should be encouraged. “In the imagination 
of most human beings, the shadow of matrimony waits, awful and 
resolute, at the cross-roads.” But to the masculine mind there is a 
pleasing exhilaration in being delicately entangled without fear of dis- 
astrous consequences ; and even to a woman the idea of linking herself 
for eternity to a man, “ when viewed as a proximate reality, has few 
convincing charms.” Another clever young gentleman puts it thus : 
“Flirtation is anticipation without realization.” Taking the subject 
from a purely ethical and philosophical stand-point, without refer- 
ence to the opportunities pertaining thereunto for pleasantly and profit- 
ably disposing of surplus time, I should say that it is an all-round 
admirable institution. It keeps the mind flexible by constant com- 
parison ; and one hour’s indulgence in this pastime affords better op- 


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portunity for an intimate acquaintance with the personality of one’s 
fellow-man — which is surely a desirable bit of knowledge — than a 
mutual perusal of “ The Origin of Species and the Primitive Con- 
dition of Man/’ or a four hours’ disputation on The Progress of 
Civilization. 

To those of you who have ever been sufficiently interested in the 
subject to get down your dictionaries, using the words “ coquette” and 
“ philanthropist” as synonymous terms may appear paradoxical. The 
definition there given is “ coquette, a jilt,” or “ to trifle with love.” 
This bears masculine density upon the face of it, for we all know love 
plays no part in such matters. And for “ flirt” the definition is still 
more unconsciously manlike, for the lexicographer says, “ flirt, to throw 
with a quick motion,” — a candid illustration of his own success in 
affairs of the heart. 

Flirtation “ as she is wrote” can, of course, only suggest interesting 
possibilities, and La Rochefoucauld says, “It is easier to be wise for 
others than for ourselves.” I regret that Cynicus’s statement holds 
good in most cases, and we arrive at the truth in a very roundabout 
way. “We mask even our miseries, and when we die of bosom wounds 
we complain of the toothache,” says Heine. Therefore I protest that 
if by anything that is said in this paper I should convey the idea that 
I consider the profession which is herein advocated as the only one 
worth following, still it is not my intention so to do. I am only ad- 
vising the women who read me to leave dull facts and figures to those 
unhappy mortals who call themselves men, and the men that “ he who 
lives without folly is not so wise as he thinks.” And to all of you I 
would say that dictionaries are written by notorious Dryasdusts, and it 
is an erroneous idea that flirtation necessarily means something to be 
frowned down, or that the coquette goes on her way mounted on the 
car of Juggernaut. There are some ardent spirits who would consider 
anything short of icy coldness as encouragement. Sometimes a guile- 
less maiden or an unsuspecting youth may misunderstand the purport 
of the play, and break his or her heart in regulation good old ante- 
bellum style. But these are individual cases, and prove nothing. This 
question, like all others of importance, must be settled by the majority, 
and “ one has only to look into the faces of most of the world to see 
that they have never been in love, or in hate, or in any other high 
passion, in all their lives.” 

Don’t misunderstand me. I am by no means a disbeliever in love. 
On the contrary, I firmly believe in it, and I think if it is possible to 
find a man who, by even the most gigantic stretch of the imagination, 
can be made to embody that highly idealized lover whom all girls have 
in their minds, it is a very good thing to bestow the wealth of one’s 
affection upon him. 

But, at the same time, I think it is a very good thing to have a 
few of what a rather slangy friend of mine calls “ side speculations.” 
It keeps up the interest of the highly idealized lover. Again, do not 
misunderstand me: not by any manner of means do I intend to advo- 
cate jealousy. It is not only vulgar, but practically inconvenient, and 
the jealousy dodge is one to be handled with gloves. It requires the 


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finer feminine finesse; in masculine hands it is apt to become a clumsy 
vehicle of self-destruction. And yet a too great feeling of proprietor- 
ship is to be guarded against, else the highly idealized one might grow 
tyrannical ; at any rate, he likes to have his choice approved. The 
most comfortable state of things, after all, is the tempered admiration 
of the many, rather than the passionate fervor of the few. 

It has been frequently said that the nearest way to a man’s heart is 
through the kitchen. Long use has made this maxim also worthy of 
respect, but nevertheless I dispute it. In the last few weeks I have 
given both observation and consideration to the subject, and, since my 
efforts were in the interest of scientific advancement, I have no hesita- 
tion in acknowledging that I have exercised the prerogatives of friend- 
ship and experimented with the different methods. Like all really 
great discoverers, I was journeying in the unknown country; but my 
bump of locality is good, and I can now confidently assure you that 
delicate and judicious flattery could give a fair and open start to the 
cannon-ball train and go neck and neck to its destination with the 
triumph of nineteenth-century civilization. Not vulgar and open 
flattery, of course, but a suave insinuation of admiration, a pretty air 
of half-concealed deference, a fetching touch of congeniality; can there 
be a more delicious compliment than that? For one human being to 
convey to another the idea that he absolutely considers you upon an 
equality with himself! The touch of congeniality is most effective 
with women : the downcast eye of reverence and awe is more to the 
taste of our lords and masters. George Eliot says of one of her 
heroes, “ He held it to be one of the prettiest attitudes of the feminine 
mind to adore a man’s pre-eminence without too precise a knowledge 
of what it consisted in.” 

It has been the same thing ever since the world began. Eve lost 
her Eden because she got wind of something she didn’t know. Blue- 
beard’s brothers-in-law barely arrived in time to save the head of his 
sixteenth wife, because she had been trusted with the key of a locked 
door. It will be the same thing while the world stands. Stevenson 
says he once knew a lady who said she could wonder herself into a 
macl-house over the human eyebrow. If so trifling a thing as this 
could have so disastrous an effect, think what the state of a woman’s 
mind must be when she imagines she has gotten the key to that most 
interesting of all enigmas — a man. 

The mysterious man is generally a mind-reader. He is possessed 
of powers of intuition that would have made the fortune of the Oracle 
of Delphi. At the first meeting he is cold and stern, with sudden 
piercing glances that may mean anything. At the second meeting he 
displays an acquaintance with the inmost secrets of one’s soul. He 
has a delicious way of talking about himself under the guise of an 
imaginary person, thereby confiding to you all his secret feelings, with- 
out appearing to do so. “ He poses as a wearied Colossus smiling con- 
temptuously upon a pygmy world,” and there are always women to be 
found disposed to undertake the cure of a profound despair. But let 
not the sister of charity pretend to immediate understanding of her 
riddle. This is a gross insult to his powers of fascination. The facial 


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expression of the mysterious man is a wonderful exposition of what 
art can do. He can assume at will the expression of rayless melan- 
choly, of the midnight assassin, of pleading pathos, and of elephantine 
playfulness. 

The mysterious dodge is not suited to the blond and blue-eyed 
youth. The flattery, the attention, and the poetic dodge are his. He 
may even work the absence-and-sudden-return dodge to advantage. 
A dark and sombre beauty, with the general air of a reformed pirate, 
combined with an unimpeachable correctness of demeanor, is indis- 
pensable to a man in this line of business. Statistics may not be com- 
fortable to that man, and qualms of conscience may impart a ray less 
melancholy to his face. But the fortunate possessor of these desirable 
attributes is likely to have his path through life lined with love-lorn 
damsels, and to see daily breaking hearts sacrificed upon his shrine. 

But, after all, the finest art of flirtation is adaptability. I do not 
mean altogether to mould one’s self after the mind or mood of the 
object of one’s solicitude, but as rapidly as possible to discover the 
broad lines of his or her character and disposition, then, with the 
courage of a military leader, turn the force of our friend the enemy in 
that channel which may best please one’s own intelligence and purpose. 
With a little executive ability, and, in case the object be a man, just a 
tinge of judicious flattery, this can generally be accomplished. Some- 
times, of course, we run our heads against a stone wall ; then some- 
thing must go, and it is generally not the wall. This is as fatiguing a 
process to the mental faculties as standing on tiptoe is to the muscles 
of the foot; but the mental exercise, like the athletic, has its advan- 
tages. 

The rider of one hobby generally has another in training, if not in 
actual use; and the man who cannot make himself interesting on either 
of the subjects that most absorb his own interests is not worth one’s 
solicitude, and therefore proves nothing. “ Suppressed stupidities avail 
themselves of extraordinary opportunities to come to light,” says 
Heine. But there are few people in the world, except those who by 
undue garrulousness give an unnecessarily emphasized illustration of 
imbecility, who will not, if taken in the right spirit and treated with a 
certain indulgence, prove entertaining from one stand-point or another. 

It was one of Miss Gobang’s pet theories, as it is one of mine, that 
“ a woman should know a little of everything and nothing thoroughly.” 
George Eliot says, “ The shallowness of a water-nixie’s soul may have 
a charm, until she become didactic.” This absence of thoroughness 
goes under the name of “ general information,” and enables one to 
adapt one’s self the more readily to the mind and mood of those with 
whom one comes in contact, giving thus a wider field of interest than 
that which is enjoyed by the intensely educated specialist. 

One lexicographer says, a flirt is “ giddy and fickle.” Giddiness 
is not perhaps an admirable characteristic, though Stevenson speaks 
with much admiration of a gentleman who was possessed of a “good 
whirling weathercock of a brain.” But a not too excessive fickleness is 
by no means undesirable. “ A persevering man is the most insidious 
foe in the pathway of woman,” and priority is a poor recommendation 


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in a man, if he have no other. Numbers are notoriously safe, con- 
stancy deplorably rococo, and general information on the subject of 
flirtation as desirable as in the field of metaphysics or political 
economy. 

“Of all the applications of the scientific method of inquiry, the 
latest, the highest, and by far the most important is its application to 
the study of man,” says Sir John Lubbock. It is from this point of 
view that the present essay has its significance. It is an attempt to 
give a more or less detailed and altogether trustworthy statement of 
the mental and social condition, and to contribute indispensable data 
for conclusions respecting the nature and destiny of man upon earth. 

In methodizing these data I believe myself to have made a valu- 
able contribution toward the scientific treatment of the subject, and to 
have earned the thanks of all students in this important department 
of research. 

Jean Wright . 


BEYOND? 

A FTER the story has once been told, — 
After one’s had his little fling 
At the world, and found the apples of gold 
Are gilt, and rapidly tarnishing, — 

After the curtain begins to fall, 

Tell me, what is back of it all ? 

Oh, life is fair at the break of day, 

As the sun climbs up the eastern hill, 

And the flowers are sweet along the way 
We gather with lavish hands, until 
We find the hills grow rugged and steep, 

And shadows across the pathway creep. 

And life at noontide is not half bad, — 

Save we have learned a lesson or two, 

Have bought our experience, gay or sad, 

And paid our toll in passing through 
The little gate beside which stands 
Old Father Time with outstretched hands. 

But when the light begins to wane, 

And shadows deepen around our way, 

What does it matter, the loss or gain ? 

What does it count, our work or play? 
After the curtain begins to fall, 

Tell me, what is back of it all ? 

Arthur D. F. Randolph. 


OUR FIRST SILVER-MINE. 


845 


OUR FIRST SILVER-MINE . 

I T was not until about forty years after the settlement at Plymouth that 
the English colonists in America felt the need of a coined metallic 
currency. Few of them had brought much, and what they had was 
not in demand. For the first ten years exchange of bread-stuffs and 
the usual commodities was active, and almost, as it were, from hands 
to mouths, while silver was an intrusion and an almost useless encum- 
brance. Barter was universal in almost every article of household or 
agricultural use ; and there was only satisfaction when, in 1631, corn 
was made legal tender for debts in Massachusetts. 

Yet another medium of exchange had already come somewhat into 
use, which for twenty years following was the most acceptable currency 
from the St. Lawrence to the Chesapeake. This was wampum, or 
peage, the currency of the aborigines, made of the inner whorls of 
shells (the carica) found on the sea-shore from Cape Cod to Virginia. 
The colonists for many years desired beaver-skins for the European 
market, and corn for their own sustenance. The Indians would accept 
for these a limited quantity of such goods as suited them, but for the 
balance wanted only their own money, — wampum. So the English 
and Dutch traders sold the shore Indians their goods for wampum, and 
with it bought peltries from the Indians of the interior. The colonists, 
sending beaver to Europe, received in return the merchandise they 
needed. Later, when the trade in beaver fell off, and the products of 
their own industry increased, they sent to foreign parts fish, whale oil 
and bone, lumber, wheat, rye, hard-bread, tobacco, turpentine, and 
horses, receiving besides merchandise much silver and gold coin, es- 
pecially from the Spanish West Indies. Spain had for many years 
been drawing great quantities of the precious metals from the rich 
mines of Mexico and Peru ; but this kind of wealth had not yet been 
discovered anywhere in all America north of the Gulf of Mexico. 

Though the charters of the colonies and the grants of territory to 
individuals stipulated that one-fifth of all precious metals mined should 
belong to the king, and one ship of the earliest Virginia colony re- 
turned to England loaded with some shining ore or mineral, yet no 
mine was discovered north of the southern line of the present United 
States until after the acquisition of Florida, the purchase of Louisiana, 
and almost to the date of the admission of Texas. 

There is no known record of the locality from which was taken 
that cargo (condemned as valueless) in 1607 ; but adjacent to the waters 
from which the ship sailed is an extensive tract that displays ores of 
gold, silver, lead, copper, iron, and tin. It is not certain that the de- 
spised cargo, under the modern chemical methods of extraction, might 
not have yielded such a percentage of metal as would have amply repaid 
the venture. 

In one of the midland counties of North Carolina are iron-mines 
which were worked during the Revolution ; in a westerly section of 


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the State is Mine Hill, pierced numerously with tunnels and galleries, 
apparently for taking out the sheets of crystalline mica. This mining, 
it is believed, was done by an early race of Indians at the same period 
as the prehistoric mining at the Lake Superior copper-mines. In the 
midland counties gold ore has been found which pays for working; 
and galena, the principal ore of lead, exists in small quantities in the 
northern midland and western sections. Most of this is argentiferous, 
and one lode has been largely worked. This is the well-known Wash- 
ington silver-mine at Silver Hill, on Yadkin River, in Davidson 
County. This deposit was discovered in 1838, and has been worked, 
with some intermissions, ever since. It is believed to be the first 
silver- mine of America north of Mexico. 

The veins of the Washington mine traverse the crest of a low 
rounded hill, perhaps seventy feet above the adjacent valley. The 
veins were exposed in the process of cultivation, the outcrop being 
scarcely noticeable. The usual quartz veins accompany them, with 
soft slates of various color§ adjoining. The mine consists of two heavy 
veins near the surface, pursuing a nearly parallel course, with smaller 
ones, less perfectly developed, found in the underground workings. 
These consist of perpendicular shafts with cross-cuts. The rock is 
soft and disintegrated to a depth of sixty feet, where hard rock is en- 
countered. The appearance of the lodes in the upper part is that of a 
yellowish-white or, frequently, silvery substance, with both sides soft 
and friable, in which mineral matter is not very distinct. Where the 
veins cross, beautiful carbonates and phosphates of lead are abundant, 
and are associated with silicates and carbonates of copper and foliated 
native silver. At a depth of one hundred feet the volume of the lodes 
and included metal increases. Levels driven from the shafts at sixty 
feet also lay bare rich silver ores. From this to two hundred feet the 
levels show various changes in the lodes, with more lead, which is 
richer in silver, together with almost pure arborescent silver. In 1875 
the depth of the lowest level was six hundred and fifty feet. The 
rock is very hard, and the difficulty of working is further increased by 
zinc blende which is intermingled from top to bottom. Yet the lode is 
said to have grown richer as it deepens. At some points the various 
minerals are contorted and intertwisted. The blue ore — of which there 
is much interspersed irregularly — has, in analysis, yielded two and 
nine-tenths per cent, of silver to thirty-eight per cent, of lead, which 
has been regarded as extremely rich, but is greatly inferior to the ore 
of the Western mines; neither does it hold out through all the mass. 
In operating the mine there is realized an increase of profit from a 
small proportion of gold obtained. 

At one period the method of extracting the silver was so inferior 
that only about eighteen dollars’ worth was obtained from twenty dollars’ 
expenditure, and work was suspended for several years. In 1856, 
when the mine was inspected by the State geologist, the operator was 
able, with the means then in use, to smelt only about three tons a day 
of the ore, yielding about one hundred ounces of silver bullion, — 
worth, at that date, ten dollars a pound. This would make the ore 
worth one hundred dollars a ton, and should have paid a handsome 


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profit on the mining. This mine is not remarkable for the amount of 
its yield, but for its primacy. 

The lodes of the Washington mine have been traced several miles. 
With them are associated quite a number of valuable minerals, as French 
chalk, fine green talc, a fine variety of columnar flesh-colored dolomite, 
black oxide of manganese, and others. For many years the buddled 
ore from these lodes, after roasting, was shipped to New York, where 
it was used in the manufacture of white lead. 

In numberless other localities there are traces and small outcrops 
of galena, copper, and gold ; and the latter also has been profitably 
mined. 

The opening of the Washington mine had a great effect on the in- 
habitants of North Carolina. For many years subsequent, whoever 
visited and held converse with the people in the western counties failed 
not to hear the oft- repeated stories of lead- and silver-mines formerly 
wrought by the Indians, but long abandoned and lost. Almost every 
county has one or more such traditions ; and they are recited with an 
air of entire credulity, — though what is apparently the same tradition, 
easily changing its names, and with but slight modification in its fea- 
tures, serves as the staple in more counties than one. Here the won- 
derful mine was on Table-Rock mountain ; there, on the slopes of Old 
Black ; again it is at the head of Luftee, or Old Smoky ; next it is at 
the foot of Hogback, or in the side of Toxaway. 

A usual feature is that a particular Indian (sometimes with a com- 
panion or two) used to return from the West every year at a certain 
moon, ostensibly for the purpose of honoring the graves of his fathers 
and to use again his ancestral right of hunting the deer and bear among 
the wild but verdurous hills ; yet gossiping tar-heels hold that, really, 
the visits were for the purpose of opening again the concealed mine of 
lead or silver, whose rich spoil the sons of the forest have “ been seen 
bearing off in their packs.” 

Another form of the story relates that a certain old hunter (always 
“ won’t tell,” or now “ dead,” or “ moved West”) got all the lead for 
his bullets from the foot of a mountain above a cove on a certain creek ; 
or an old counterfeiter (now “ in the penitentiary” or “ fled” into un- 
known parts) used to coin quarters and halves of good silver (still seen 
in circulation), yet was never known to buy silver in any form. Weeks 
and months were spent every year in searching for these secret treasures. 
Occasionally the enthusiasm would mount to the height of sending far 
off somewhere to fetch back the “old hunter.” More than once such 
a one has been persuaded that there was more richness in his bullets 
than he had supposed ; and, regretting vainly the many pounds of 
good silver-lead that he had shot away at deer, coons, geese, and other 
game, he has been brought back to his old haunts. Then, with many 
a keen eye tracking his goings with his persuading friend, weeks would 
be spent in bush-beating, cliff-climbing, and laborious search along 
rocky shores, about cavernous hills, in fens, bogs, and dismal dens in 
the deep woods, but only to the utter disappointment of all their fond 
anticipations. The “ old hunter” finds that time has obliterated his 
waymarks, bush and tree and rock and rill lack the familiar aspect, 


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and he, whose confused recollections formed the basis of vast schemes 
of gain, returns to his distant home dispirited and dishonored. 

Yet many real traces of ore have been found by ploughman or 
quarryman. The news usually flew fast and far ; and soon a multitude 
would be scouring the region, not a tithe of whom were able to dis- 
criminate between iron pyrites with white shining surfaces and rust- 
discolored spots, and metallic silver ; or between copper pyrites, or 
rock bespattered with the metal, and the ores of gold. Next the 
county court-houses would be besieged by eager throngs, rushing to file 
claims. 

These conditions prevailed in one quarter or another for many years, 
leaving their imprint deep in the habits and language of the people; 
and the vestiges may still be recognized in the vein of miners’ terms 
in the vernacular of the region, — as “ gosson” (often perverted to 
“ goslin”), “ deposit,” “ blow-out,” “ lead,” “ blossoms,” “ mundic,” — 
familiar there as are household words. 

George J. Varney . 


THE EVOLUTION OF THE POSTER. 

W HEN some enterprising Greek or Roman merchant of old first 
whitened a portion of the wall of his house and on this album , 
as it was called, rudely scratched the symbols of his trade, he little 
dreamed it to be the dim foreshadowing of miles upon miles of pic- 
torial advertisements, first produced in the interest of commerce, but 
destined to come so close to art as to attract more than passing notice 
from the aesthetic connoisseur and collector. 

Yet from the very earliest times some sort of public advertising 
was felt to be a necessity. Thus we read of notices, in the first days 
of the children of Israel, being posted in the high places of the cities, 
— proclamations, generally, of kings and prophets, inscribed on parch- 
ment ; and papyri, more than three thousand years old, have been ex- 
humed from the ruins of ancient Thebes, on which are written descrip- 
tions of runaway slaves and the rewards offered for their return. 

Another heathen mode of attracting attention was to hang on the 
statues of the infernal deities, within the temenos of the temples, sheets 
of lead bearing curses and prayers of vengeance against those persons 
who had stolen goods or otherwise injured the advertiser, the evil to be 
deprecated only in case of the restitution of the property. A collec- 
tion of such imprecations, that was discovered in the temple of Demeter 
at Cnidus in 1858, may be seen in the second vase room of the British 
Museum. 

This pagan idea still exists in the “ nameless placard” of the Chi- 
nese. What that is, the missionary and foreign official in the land of 
Confucius too well know. For if a Chinaman fancies himself wronged 
and believes the offender possesses “ the ear of the parent of his people,” 
that is, is in favor with the local magistrate, he goes not to law, neither 
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ing on a conspicuous wall appears a full and particular, though not 
invariably an exact and unprejudiced, account of the transaction. 
Even the name of the transgressor is often given, but never that of 
the accuser, who figures as the “ Friend of Justice.” 

It must have been shortly after the Christian era that the album 
came into vogue. Many whitened spaces covered with painted figures 
and inscriptions adorned the buildings of Herculaneum and Pompeii 
on that dread 24th of August, A.D. 79, when they were buried deep 
from human sight and ken, only to rise from their ashes, centuries 
after, and reveal to another age and race that those luxurious and 
cultured cities were far from blind to the benefits to be derived from 
publicity. 

There, then, depicted in crudest black and red upon the walls, the 
scholar may read, as did the sporting youths of old, that “ The troop 
of gladiators of the aedile will fight on the 31st of May. There 
will be fights with wild animals, and an awning to keep off the sun.” 
Perhaps, also, the gladiatorial bill promises sparsiones, which luxury 
consisted of sprinklings of water perfumed with saffron and other odors 
that were thrown over the audience by means of a pipe and produced 
a nimbus or cloud. 

Baths, too, are extensively advertised, “ warm, sea and fresh water” 
plunges being offered. The various trades are well represented by 
their respective emblems executed in terra cotta rilievo, painted or 
sometimes merely scratched upon the surface with a sharp instrument : 
a saw and chisel for a carpenter ; a cupping-glass for a physician ; 
a mirror and comb for a tirewoman; and — ominous sight for Pom- 
peian pupils — a boy receiving chastisement at the entrance to a school. 

Here one is invited to hear “the poem of Numerius,” and yonder 
is informed, “ Traveller, going from here to the twelfth Tower, there 
Sarinus keeps a tavern. This is to request you to enter. Farewell.” 

Authors’ readings appear to have been as popular then as now. 
Pliny mentions a poet who, desirous of reading his work in public, 
“ hired a house in Rome, built an oratory, hired forms, and dispersed 
prospectuses.” This is probably the earliest record of hand-bills. 

But throughout the glory of the Roman Empire, and for long after, 
the most common method of advertising was by means of the prseco , 
or street-crier. The Greeks also favored this mode, and so particular 
were they as to oratorical effect and exact enunciation that when the 
laws were proclaimed in this manner they insisted that the crier be ac- 
companied by a musician, who, in case of a discordant tone, might be 
ready to give him the proper pitch and expression. 

Naturally, too, the prsecones continued to flourish after the fall of 
Rome and the migration of the rude hordes westward, for during those 
Dark Ages, when few could read and write, outside of the monks and 
clergy, written advertisements were almost useless. It was in mediaeval 
times, then, that we find the public crier an important personage. 
Especially so were the wine-criers of France, a picturesque feature of 
the twelfth century. Blowing on huge horns, they paraded the streets 
of Paris in troops, each man carrying a wooden measure of liquor, 
from which he invited every passer-by to take a taste, as a sample of 
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that sold at the establishment he represented, — a mode of advertising 
that might be very successful in attracting attention to-day. 

Under Philip Augustus these were formed into a corporation and 
received from him certain statutes, one of which was, — 

“ The crier shall go about twice a day, except in Lent, on Sundays 
and Fridays, the eight days of Christmas, and the Vigils, when they 
shall cry only once. On the Friday of the Adoration of the Cross they 
shall cry not at all. Neither are they to cry on the day on which the 
king, queen, or any of the children of the royal family happen to die.” 

An old monkish chronicle gives a curious story in connection with 
this form of street advertising. 

There lived in those benighted days a pious old woman of the name 
of Adelaide, who, eager to proclaim the word of God, but not blessed 
with sufficiently strong lungs, engaged one of the professional wine- 
criers to go about the town and, in place of shouting the prices of 
wine, to call, “ God is righteous ! God is good and excellent ! God is 
merciful !” while she followed in his wake, ejaculating, “ He speaks 
well ! He says truly !” But, alas for the poor old dame, the monks 
did not countenance such itinerant preaching, and she was quickly ar- 
rested and tried, when, as it was decided that her eccentric effort was 
instigated by vanity, she was condemned and burned alive. 

From France the custom of public crying passed over the Channel, 
and in England became a national institution ; but as education increased 
among all classes, the written siquis of ancient Rome was revived. 

These placards, deriving their name from the opening Latin words 
Si quis (“ If anybody”), continued to be the favorite advertising 
media for centuries, even after the invention of the art of printing. 
Rather oddly, churches were the choice bill-posting spots of the olden 
time : far into the seventeenth century the middle aisle of St. Paul's 
was hung with siqxiis , as were its outside doors ; and, like the shops, 
pillars of hire and stands where “ merchants most did congregate,” 
within the great cathedral, were a degradation and disgrace to the sacred 
edifice. 

But, meanwhile, Caxton and his printing-press were making rapid 
strides, and had long since sent forth what is supposed to be the first 
printed poster, the lineal ancestor of the gay, delirious, more or less 
artistic affiche of the present day. This was a modest hand-bill that 
appeared about 1480, announcing the sale of the“Pyes of Salisbury 
Use,” at the Red Pole, in the Almonry, Westminster. 

But think not these were a savory sort of pasty, made after a famous 
recipe. Far from it. They were certain rules practised in the diocese 
of Salisbury and published to instruct the priests how to deal under 
every possible variation in Easter, with the concurrence of more than 
one office on the same day. 

Art also came to the aid of the advertiser, in the great swinging 
signboards which long darkened the streets of London and which even 
Royal Academicians did not scorn to paint. These swung, and creaked, 
and blew down, for years, until suppressed by law. 

A volume might be written on newspaper advertising, but that is 
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thoroughfares that this paper has to deal. This, then, brings us down 
to comparatively modern times and the ubiquitous bill-sticker. 

The step was an easy one from signboard-painting to designing of 
pictorial posters. When the reproduction of wood-cuts in colors was 
invented, it was not long ere business-men snapped at this manner of 
introducing their wares, and “ the poor man’s picture-gallery” spread 
over every hoarding throughout the British Isles and much of America 
as well. Theatrical managers and compounders of patent medicines 
especially caught at the new idea : the most thrilling blood-and-thunder 
scenes and miraculous “ Before and Afters,” setting forth the virtues 
of Bolus’s Pills and Good’s Sarsaparilla, decorated the whole country- 
side, — gaudy, badly executed prints, struck from wooden blocks that 
superimposed one cross-hatching of color upon another. 

And yet even these horrors had their use in adding a splash of 
brightness to a too often sombre, puritanical world. Was there not a 
fascinating interest about the cadaverous old woman clutching a bottle 
of Indian Herb Decoction in one hand, while with the other she flung 
away her crutch, even as those possessed of faith do now before the 
bone of Ste. Anne? And who can ever forget his or her juvenile de- 
light at the imposing circus posters displaying the cavern-mouthed 
hippopotamus, the gigantic elephant with trailing ears, and the drome- 
dary with enough humps to put the dromedary of geography to the 
blush ? to say naught of the “ Flying Sylph” taking aerial hoops as 
easily as one would a buckwheat-cake, and the “ King of Acrobats” 
performing feats that brought one’s heart into one’s throat. Nor did 
the trifling fact that the circus itself never rose to the promise of its 
poster detract from its charm. For, as the prince of showmen said, 
“ The public loves to be humbugged.” 

i The coaching days were the golden days of the bill-sticker : he was 
free to wander where the spirit moved, slapping his placards on fence 
and gable, rock and vacant house, with none to say him nay. An 
independent, happy-go-lucky individual was this man of paste, and not 
altogether lacking in originality, as was shown by his arrangement of 
advertisements. Often he departed from the straight, conventional 
plan, and the outside rider on the “ tally-ho” was surprised by a zigzag 
of bills heel-and-toeing dizzily across a wall, a St. Andrew’s cross of 
pictures, or perhaps a few upside down. This last, however, may have 
been accidental, as in the case of the English bill-sticker at Whitefriars, 
who, his education in the reading line having been neglected, was 
obliged to have his wife place the sheets right side up in his wallet 
before setting out on his rounds. So it was owing to her carelessness 
or remissness that, one morning, passing citizens were amused by whole 
yards of reversed posters, while dozens of street gamins stood upon 
their heads offering to “ read it right off for a brown, sir.” 

The sworn foe of the bill-sticker was the stenciller, with his paint- 
brush and lettering cut in a sheet of stiff paper, by which simple 
means he executed good and expeditious work upon the rocks and hills ; 
while later arose the movable hoardings, huge vans drawn by decrepit 
horses and covered with giddy posters. The latter were probably started 
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fiscation of places for advertising purposes had gone on so long that 
tradesmen considered it their right, until a Bill-Sticking Company was 
formed in London, who leased the best sites from their owners. This 
company failed in gaining the monopoly of the trade as it hoped, but 
it succeeded in creating a species of property that had not existed before, 
— i.e ., “ bill-stickable surfaces ;” and now builders and others can com- 
mand quite a profitable rental for their hoardings. 

All who follow at all the doings of the artistic world must feel an 
interest in the revolution which has taken place in posters during the 
past decade; but that revolution had been simmering and evolving at 
least fifteen years earlier. At present, poster-collecting is a fashionable 
fad, while an end-of-the-century question is, “ Is Art elevating Com- 
merce, or Commerce vulgarizing Art?” 

That the touch of Midas has tempted the gods from off Parnassus 
I am afraid we must acknowledge when we see the chefs-d’oeuvre of 
such painters as Millais, Van Haanen, Landseer, fidouard Frere, and 
the French Millet figuring as advertisements for soap, bicycles, and 
cigarettes. Who would now care to hang “ The Angelus” upon his 
wall, since it has become almost as common as the laughing boy who, 
a year or two ago, offered you a glass of root beer from every fence ! 

Less reprehensible appears the work of that odd, quaint, often gro- 
tesque school of Incoherents who have raised artisans into artists and 
diverted the advertising placard from its original utilitarian purpose 
into the realm of genius. Indeed, apart from certain mannerisms, we 
have much to thank them for : even those realists who sarcastically 
declare they are not cultivated up to admiring “ turquoise cows standing 
in magenta meadows” must allow a marked improvement, on the whole, 
in the mural advertisements of to-day over those of the early sixties. 

This has been partly accomplished by changes in the method of 
production, the substitution of softer lithographic stone for the hard- 
wood block, the credit for which is said to be due to the late Matt 
Morgan, an English draughtsman and caricaturist. But more is owing 
to those French artisans at the head of whom stands M. Jules Ch6ret. 

Educated a lithographer, the boy Ch6ret went at an early age to 
London, where he was employed by Rimmel the perfumer to put upon 
stone the designs for fancy show-cards ; and when the call came to him 
to return to France and endeavor to give the touch artistic to the hitherto 
crude and ineffective ajjiche , it was M. Rimmel’s capital that backed 
him. He was an impressionist with a marvellous command of color, 
and his daring use of lemon-yellow, geranium red, and the deep, dark 
blue of the midnight sky was bound to attract attention for weal or 
woe. 

His maiden effort was a play-bill for a fairy piece in which Mme. 
Sarah Bernhardt acted, now nearly a generation back. Since then he 
has struggled from height to height, has succeeded in covering the walls 
of Paris with joyous, lightly clad female figures floating in air and 
smiling explosively, and has become the idol of the Parisians. 

But it was one Jules L6vy, an eccentric publisher, who steered him 
to his greatest success by suggesting that he design covers for books. 
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adopted the novelty the artist was launched on the road to fortune ; 
and it is in book-covers and book-posters that he has won his fairest 
laurels. Indeed, a volume with a Ch6ret cover is an assured success 
from the start. 

As “ nothing succeeds like success,” the pioneer in this fresh field 
soon had his followers, and now their name is legion. Among the 
artists who have dabbled in this practical form of art may be men- 
tioned Vierge, Vibert, Robida, and Caran d’Ache ; but Cheret’s most 
pronounced rivals are probably M. Grasset and M. Willette. Still, they 
differ in that the former’s coloring is more subdued and complex than 
those of the master hand, while M. Willette deals only in monochromes, 
confining himself to single impressions of black ink on white paper. 

That these new, chic chromo-lithographs should quickly catch the 
covetous eye of the collector goes without saying, while, as the peeling 
off of mural advertisements was attended by some risk to the culprit, 
many a bill-sticker was demoralized by the offers made for the sur- 
reptitious sale of his placards. This continued until printers and 
artists both rebelled. Then it was that print-sellers awoke to their 
opportunity, made arrangements with the proprietors of posters, and 
pictorial bills became a recognized article of commerce. 

It was when the novel art grasped hands with literature, however, 
that it attained its highest pinnacle. A prophecy of this can be traced 
as far back as 1871, when appeared in England Fred Walker’s ex- 
quisite poster “The Woman in White,” announcing Wilkie Collins’s 
new book. But when M. Jan Van Beers, walking in the wake of the 
French artists, decked English hoardings with gay, debonair, short- 
skirted coryph&es , a portion of the British public was rather scandalized. 
Yet he cannot be accused of the vulgarity that marks some of his 
imitators, while his joyous little ladies are often refreshing beside the 
aesthetically uncanny, melancholy, and depressing posters of a later date. 

In this country we see fewer of these sombre productions. Ameri- 
can poster-designers have undoubtedly received their best encourage- 
ment from the publishers and magazine-makers, as may be seen in the 
recent prize contests, when, it is pleasant to note, American art students 
won most of the laurels. The American poster is fresher and purer 
than that of other countries, and has a gracefnl and often whimsical 
humor all its own, which we like to fancy is peculiar to the soil. Nor 
are the United States behindhand in the matter of poster exhibits, the 
second one known having been held at the Grolier Club in New York 
in 1890, only a year later than the initial affair of the kind at Nantes, 
and before the famous collection of Ch6ret affiches was shown in the 
Theatre d’ Application at Paris. 

If in Germany, too, the artists have not been carried away by the 
modern craze, the German artisan has. It is from the Fatherland we 
get our best lithographic draughtsmen, whose technique is unexcelled, 
and without whom the designer would be powerless. Italy, perhaps, 
shows least the changes that have taken place in advertising, and, 
somewhat oddly, the artistic modern poster makes slowest progress in 
the land of the siquis and the album . 

Agnes Carr Sage . 


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HOW TIMMY SAVED THE PIECE. 


HOW TIMMY SAVED THE PIECE . 

B ARCHESTER’S Monster Consolidated Burlesque and Extrava- 
ganza Company was in hard luck. The “ ghost” had not walked 
for two weeks, and prospects of a spiritual visitation in the immediate 
future were so vague as to make one quite willing to believe that the 
aforesaid ghost had been permanently laid. Business had gone from 
very bad indeed to the worst possible, and quarters were becoming as 
shy in the company as huckleberries in December. 

To add to the general depression, the leading lady, Miss Angeline 
Sylvestre, — known in the bosom of her family as Mame O’Rouke, — 
who was posing temporarily as Mrs. Barchester, had had a trifling 
difference of opinion from her lord and master for the nonce, on 
account of the undue attention which the latter lavished upon a certain 
pretty barmaid in a third-class hotel in which they had spent Sunday. 
The argument commenced with a few picturesque epithets and ended 
with most of the movable furniture in the room, from the transit of 
which had resulted a black eye for Miss Sylvestre and a decided cool- 
ness upon both sides. 

With the exception of Timmy Cassidy, who was always cheerful, 
gloom and despondency settled down upon every member of the organ- 
ization, from the great and only Barchester, proprietor and manager- 
in-chief, to little Kitty McClive, who played soubrettes and did a 
horizontal-bar specialty in the last act. So pronounced was the de- 
moralization of the company when they reached Passaquannock Junc- 
tion that it was only by a most diplomatic course of bluff on the part 
of Barchester that the Eastern Phoenix was induced to make rates for 
them, and then only with a watchful eye askance upon the baggage. 

The prospects at Passaquannock were anything but encouraging. 
It was not a regular show town ; neither was it included in the New 
England circuit. The Monster Consolidated alighted there solely 
because its members could not between them scrape together sufficient 
cash to carry them on to Pine Centre, where there was a theatre, and, 
it was to be hoped, a public. 

As Timmy Cassidy walked up the Main Street from the station, 
where he had been detained looking after the baggage, he shook his 
head sadly. “ There won’t be the price of a drink in the house,” he 
said. Certainly the Main Street, with its straggling rows of semi- 
farm-houses, its two little mean stores, and its antiquated post-office, 
which was also a pharmacy, presented none of those signs of affluence 
which foretell a packed house at fifty cents per head. But, if his 
opinion of the town was unhopeful, his feelings when he saw the hall 
which was to be used as a theatre may be better imagined than de- 
scribed. Timmy was a likely specimen of that interesting class, the 
American-born Irishman, and it is needless to say despondency was 
foreign to his nature; but, as he stood regarding the interior of the 
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HOW TIMMY SAVED THE PIECE. 855 

and gave vent to the expressive if somewhat obscure exclamation, 
“ Well, Fll be cross-jiggered !” 

The hall was a narrow, barn-like building, with a row of curtain- 
less windows on either side and a heap of chairs and benches in the 
middle of the floor. At one end was a raised platform of rough boards 
which served as a stage ; a row of kerosene lamps — all of which, from 
long experience, Timmy knew would smoke — did duty as footlights. 
The curtain, hung between two pieces of scantling, was a square of 
white canvas upon which some enterprising artist of the village had 
inscribed with black paint the familiar legends, “ Use Hecker’s Pre- 
pared Buckwheat;” “ Eat H-O;” “Do You See That Hump?” and 
others similar. This was absolutely every convenience that the house 
afforded ; dressing-rooms were an unheard-of luxury, and scenery, as 
in the days of the immortal Bard of Avon, was evidently a product 
of the imagination. It was upon this stage and amid these surround- 
ings that the Monster Consolidated was to present its grand spectacular 
production, “ Antony and Cleopatra” — may the shades of those much- 
maligned worthies rest in peace ! 

This was not, however, a time for vain regrets : there were many 
things to be attended to before the stage could be taken in hand. In 
the first place, the town must be billed, and there was short enough 
notice as it was. Timmy sallied forth to get his posters up, and to 
make arrangements with a “ caitiff*” — he had been long enough in the 
business to gather quite a vocabulary of current terms from the drama, 
which he applied with unerring discrimination — who acted as general 
drudge at the station, and in whom he at once descried a valuable 
assistant. With the aid of a liberal dose of blarney, the aforesaid 
“ caitiff” — who rejoiced in the name of Hezekiah Perkins, ’Kiah for 
short — was induced to cart the baggage from the station to the hall. 
The next thing was to get the scenery into place. The Monster Con- 
solidated was in the habit of trusting to the theatres in the circuit to 
supply most of the scenery, and carried only a few pieces to give a 
local color to its productions. With the assistance of ’Kiah, the four 
Egyptian columns were set up, and the drop — which represented an 
intensely green and serpentine river zigzagging off into an impossible 
blue landscape with three black acute-angled triangles, supposed to be 
pyramids, on one side and a nondescript object which did duty as a 
Sphinx on the other — was swung into its place. These, together with 
a much-worn palanquin, — purchased cheap from among the effects of 
a defunct Japanese play, — constituted the entire “scenic production” 
with which the natives of Passaquannock were to be regaled. 

Screens were set up on either side of the stage to afford some slight 
cover for the artists while dressing and making up, and the cellar, 
reached by a tortuous flight of steps in one corner, was pressed into 
service as a property-room. By the time all this was accomplished, 
Timmy was ready for dinner. Leaving the hall to take care of itself, 
he repaired to the Eastern Phoenix to replenish the inner man. Here 
he found the atmosphere as heavy as ever. The members of the com- 
pany were silently eating their dinners with that exasperating air of 
resignation which plainly says, “ You have brought us to this ; but 


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HOW TIMMY SAVED THE PIECE. 


see how we can suffer and be still.” Miss Sylvestre, being, it was un- 
derstood, in unpresentable condition owing to the slight accident to 
her eye, had retired to the privacy of her own apartment, and, with a 
piece of raw beef bound across it, was endeavoring to lure back to the 
injured member its pristine beauty and sparkle. 

Barchester himself sat in gloomy silence at one end of the table, 
shovelling in the boiled beef and potato with knife and fork alter- 
nately, and gulping down great draughts of green tea from a cup 
without a handle, his eyes fixed the while upon a dirty vinegar-cruet 
half-way up the table. 

“Well, how is it?” he growled, without moving his eyes from the 
vinegar-cruet, as Timmy sat down to the half-dismantled and wholly 
dirty table : he had been drinking, as the boy saw in the swift glance 
he cast at him. 

“ Oh, I guess it’ll go all right,” Timmy answered, cheerfully. 
“ Can’t say much for the accommodations, but we’ll put her through 
somehow.” 

“ Got your posters up ?” 

“ Yep.” 

“Anybody to do the soldiers?” 

“ I’ll sneak onto a brace or so o’ willieboys down to the station, or 
somewhere,” responded Timmy from the depths of his teacup, while, 
with his finger twisted around the handle of the spoon inside, he kept 
it from striking his nose. 

“ How are you off for props?” said Barchester, after a pause. 

“Haven’t got after ’em yet,” said Timmy, with his mouth full of 
boiled potato. 

“Well, you better look sharp about it; you haven’t got all day 
before you.” 

“ What the ’s the matter with you ? I can’t do everything all 

to wunst, can I ? If you don’t like it, rustle around and get ’em your- 
self. Hand over them beans, will ye ?” 

Barchester grimly passed the dish, but he offered neither remon- 
strance nor reply : he took anything from Timmy : he had to. 

When Timmy was a “ mere kid,” he had struck “ rum luck.” 
Left at an early age by his natural protectors upon a convenient door- 
step, he had drifted through the various stages of starvation, beggary, 
and newsboyism, until Barchester found him one day in an alley where 
a boy twice his size was trying to pound the life out of him. Partly 
in pity, partly because he fancied the boy might be useful, he had 
taken him up and made of him a general factotum in his show busi- 
ness. Timmy was call-boy, errand-boy, “ props,” and baggage-man ; 
he went on in processions and mobs, did the “ shouts without” and 
the riots of the populace ; he held the prompt-book, billed the town, 
counted the house, and sold the tickets ; in fact, he was useful about 
the theatre in almost every capacity. 

Barchester was a coarse, rough brute, who bullied where he could, 
and never forgave where he could not; but, though Timmy saw his 
faults, he never forgot his kindness, and stuck to him like a dog — or 
a woman — with a fidelity that was pathetic. He looked after Bar- 


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Chester’s interests, put up with his humors, and, no matter what hap- 
pened, said never a word against him. But to the manager himself 
Timmy never hesitated to speak his mind ; and, because Barch ester 
trusted him, he would take “ back- talk” from the boy that no one else 
would venture to give. 

Having finished his apple pie, Timmy pushed back his chair, wiped 
his mouth with the back of his hand, and, with the “ caitiff” still in 
tow, set out to collect his “ props.” Two little steps that somewhat 
resembled Greek stools, used in climbing up to and alighting from car- 
platforms, were borrowed from the station-master in return for a couple 
of passes and pressed into service as furniture for Cleopatra’s palace. 
Boxes covered with rugs and cloths, borrowed in various parts of 
the village, became Egyptian couches and tables: a throne was impro- 
vised for her majesty with the aid of two trestles, an old arm-chair, 
and a new horse- blanket beguiled for the occasion from the store- 
keeper. But the triumph of realism was accomplished in the manu- 
facture of fans for the attendants from long-handled feather-dusters 
wound about with strings of tinsel and artificial flowers from the prop- 
erty trunk. 

“ I can’t go the barge nohow,” said Timmy. “ If I had another 
hour or two and an old horse-trough or something, I might manage to 
fake it up ; but, my Lord ! what’s the use? them hayseeds won’t know 
the diff.” 

These preparations, with the work of drilling the supers, — a half- 
dozen awkward country bumpkins whom Timmy, with the assistance 
of ’Kiah, infinite tact, and the promise of seeing the show for nothing, 
had cajoled into taking the part of Egyptian soldiers, — used up the 
afternoon. It was almost seven when he ran back to the hotel for a 
bite before the performance, having carefully instructed his supers to 
be back by seven- thirty sharp. 

“ Barchester’s got a pretty good load on to-night : he and Marne 
have been going it lively all the afternoon,” said Mark Antony, twirl- 
ing a toothpick between his lips as he leaned against the porch. 

“ That don’t matter,” said Timmy : “ if he’ll only keep out of the 
way I can run the show all right.” 

The other members of the company had finished their suppers, so 
he had the table all to himself. He made a hurried meal and ran 
back to the theatre. The lamps were lighted now, the curtain down, 
and the chairs in order. He gave a hasty glance at the stage, and 
then went down into the cellar, where the awkward, laughing boys 
were donning their scant Egyptian garments, half pleased and half 
ashamed at the prospect of exhibiting themselves to their fellow-towns- 
men in such array. 

“ Now, boys,” said Timmy, as he straightened the belt of one and 
tightened the strap on the head-dress of another, standing off mean- 
while to survey the effect with a critical eye, “ all you got t’ do is t’ 
keep cool, and, when the big man says, ‘ Lo, ’tis the queen !’ you just 
pick up the litter and march on : see ?” 

The yokels nodded a grinning assent. 

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lady out, and then there’ll be the dickens to pay. Don’t git scared ; 
I’ll be there to see you through all right. Now then, what’s the other 
thing you’ve got to do, — when Antony comes in, you remember ?” 

Timmy retreated a few paces and marched past them with martial 
strides. 

“ Long life to the hero !” cried ’Kiali, feebly ; and one after the 
other joined in sheepishly, as if afraid of the sound of his own voice, 
accompanying the speech with an uncertain, wooden gesture with the 
right arm. 

“No, no; not a bit like it!” said Timmy, in disgust. “I didn’t 
tell ye t’ do it that way. Rise up yer arm, so,” — giving a long sweep, 
— “ and shout it all together ; don’t be afraid of it. Now, go ! Long 
life to the hero !” 

“ Long life to the hero !” shouted the four boys, like children re- 
citing a lesson, and jerking out their long arms, adorned with tin 
bracelets, as if they were scythes. 

“ There, that’s all right. Now mind what I tell ye, and ye’ll be 
bang-up,” said Timmy. 

“ Say, mister !” one of them called out as he ran off, “ ain’t them 
little pettercuts kinder short fer us ?” 

Timmy glanced at the long, thin legs clad for the first time in 
fleshings several sizes too large, and the little “ pettercuts” that reached 
only half-way to the knee, aud he twinkled an eye. “No, not a bit 
of it,” he said, reassuringly ; “ that’s the way they wore ’em, always. 
You never looked better in yer lives ; yer girls ’ll be proud of ye.” 
And, with a parting wave of his hand, he ran up the stairs and hurried 
out to the door to sell tickets. 

A rickety pine table with a kerosene lamp upon it did duty as a 
box-office : behind this Timmy ensconced himself. At first the people 
were a little shy ; but under his brisk encouragement they took heart. 
First one or two young men slipped up sheepishly and deposited their 
quarters upon the table ; then in twos and threes the villagers walked 
up solemnly, laid down their entrance-money, and passed into the hall. 
Timmy did quite a business during the first fifteen minutes, and by 
ten minutes to eight there were one hundred and fifty people in the 
house : prospects looked most encouraging, and everything was going 
beautifully, when the blow fell. 

Tom Barry, who doubled Augustus Caesar and the High Priest 
and did an acrobatic turn with Kitty McClive in the second act, came 
running round to the door, a bath-gown thrown over his priest’s 
robe. “ I say, Tim,” he whispered, “ Marne hasn’t showed up yet, 
— nor Barchester neither ; and it’s pretty near time for the show to 
begin.” 

“ What !” cried Timmy, going white in the face. 

“ No, neither of ’em,” repeated Barry. “ Hadn’t you better run 
down to the hotel and see if anything’s the matter? He’s been 
drinking hard all day : like’s not they’ve had another rumpus.” 

Timmy did not stop to comment : putting the door in charge of 
the man who took care of the hall, with instructions to admit none but 
those who paid, or presented passes, he started for the hotel at the top 


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of his speed. He flew up the stairs two steps at a bound, and ham- 
mered with both fists on Barchester’s door. There was no answer. 
He knocked again, louder than before, and put his ear to the key-hole 
to listen. The sound of heavy snoring was distinctly audible. Timmy 
twisted the knob and kicked the door impatiently ; it flew open, and 
he tumbled headlong into the room. Wild disorder reigned. The 
lamp was unlit, but by the dim light that came in from the hall he 
distinguished the forms of Barchester and Miss O’Rouke, the one 
lying upon the bed, the other seated beside the window, her face resting 
upon her hand. 

“What in thunder’s the matter with ye, Marne?” cried Timmy, 
excitedly. “What ye settin’ there for? Don’t ye know what time 
it is ? It’s time fer the show t’ begin !” 

Miss O’Rouke raised her head coolly. “ I guess there won’t be no 
show to-night,” she said, in a hard, even voice. 

“ No show ! What d’ye mean ?” gasped Timmy. “ There’s thirty- 
five dollars in the house now.” 

Miss O’Rouke laughed a hard little laugh. “I guess there won’t 
be no show, just the same; and maybe Mr. Barchester’ll learn a thing 
or two. Look there, will ye ?” She took her hand from before her 
face and looked up at Timmy. He started back with a low whistle: 
even by the dim light he could see that her eye was blackened and 
swollen past all hope. Cleopatra with an eye like that was clearly an 
impossibility even in Passaquannock. And there was thirty-five dollars 
in the house ! 

Timmy lived a year in the space of three seconds. He gazed help- 
lessly from the recumbent figure upon the bed to the empty whiskey- 
bottle upon the table ; then he gulped down some inarticulate sounds, 
shook himself all over like a big dog, and without another word to Miss 
O’Rouke, without even taking time to swear, he turned from the room 
and raced back to the town hall as fast as his legs would carry him. 

The clock in the Methodist church was striking eight as, breathless, 
he flew up the steps that led to the stage. “ Kittie and Tom, go on 
with your bar specialty,” he panted, addressing Miss McClive and 
Barry : “ we’ve got to put that on first to-night.” 

Barry, who was dressed for this turn under his priest’s robes, laid 
the latter aside without demur. They were accustomed to do as Timmy 
said ; he was stage manager in Barchester’s absence, and they supposed 
that he wanted time for the leading lady. Meanwhile, Timmy had 
thrown off his outer garments, and, half undressed, was kneeling be- 
fore Miss O’Rouke’s trunk, rummaging among the contents. 

“What the ’s the matter, Tim?” asked Mark Antony, buck- 

ling his breastplate as he stepped across the stage to Timmy. 

“Marne’s eye; all black,” replied Timmy, laconically. 

Antony gave a low whistle: “The you say! You don’t 

mean she’s not up to playing?” 

“That’s just what I do mean.” 

“Oh, the luck! There’s a good thirty-five dollars in front 

to-night ; I counted ’em through the curtain. It’s a of a shame 

to lose it, it !” 


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HOW TIMMY SAVED THE PIECE . 


“I know it,” said Timmy, drawing on a pair of pink fleshings. 
“ I don’t intend to lose it.” 

“ What ye going to do? — put Kittie on in the part? She ain’t 
up to it.” 

“ No, I’m not a-goin’ t’ put Kittie on in the part, either. I’m 
goin’ on myself,” he answered, shortly, as he adjusted Miss O’Rouke’s 
blond wig upon his shock of red hair and plastered the grease, paint, 
and rouge thickly upon his freckled face. 

“ What ! The you are ! You can’t do it ; you’ll hoodoo the 

piece.” 

“ Can’t I?” said Timmy. “Well, maybe I can’t; but just watch 
me and see.” He knew every line of the play ; from holding the 
prompt-book on rehearsal he could have run through every part in it 
backwards. To be sure, he had never understudied the leading lady ; 
but then he had done almost everything else. He had not been in a 
barn-storming company for six seasons without learning a thing or 
two, — and he meant to save that thirty-five dollars. 

By the time the specialty act was finished, Timmy, clad in the pink 
fleshings and Miss O’Rouke’s gauze and tinsel gown, was ready to go 
on. The curtain rolled up, and the play began. The first part was 
as smooth as could be desired. Mark Antony opened the scene, and 
all went well until it came to Cleopatra's entrance. With due caution, 
and many parting admonitions to the bearers, Timmy climbed into the 
litter and was borne upon the stage. Now, whether it was stage fright 
that overcame them, or the titters of their friends and relations, who 
recognized them in spite of their scanty covering, is not stated ; but 
certain it is that the boys quite forgot Timmy’s injunctions to set the 
litter down gently, and instead they let it slide from their hands and 
strike the floor with a resounding whack that tumbled Cleopatra out 
upon the stage. 

A universal roar went up through the house, and the actors in the 
wings used language and guyed unmercifully. But this ignominious 
entrance was just what was needed to put Timmy on his mettle. He 
was “ mad clear through” now, and resolved to come out ahead. With 
a few muttered but expressive words to the frightened litter-bearers, 
he turned his attention to the audience and let them have it from the 
shoulder. He started in to make a hit, and he made it. The play 
was a burlesque to begin with, but Timmy out-burlesqued it : by the 
time he finished with it it had been everything from a tragedy to a 
variety show. Lines, traditions, business, none of them held him ; the 
other actors came in where they could, or not at all, and were soon 
content, in their delight at watching Timmy, to give him all the elbow- 
room he wished. He interpolated gags, he sang, he danced in season 
and out of season ; he was the life and soul of the piece. He dragged 
in his famous break-down just before the tragic death-scene, and in 
place of the chansonnette about “ Blue Eyes and Heart so True,” with 
which Miss O’Rouke was wont to capture the house, Timmy gave 
them “My Pearl is a Bowery Girl,” sung with all the local turns and 
touches which none knew better than he. 

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seriously ; but gradually they woke up to the facts, aud his every action 
was hailed with shouts of laughter and applause. Such a Cleopatra, 
it is safe to say, had never been seen on any stage. 

“ it all, Tim, you’re immense ! You ought to be doing leading 

business,” said Mark Antony, as Timmy, breathless, made his exit 
after the clog-dance. 

“ Oh, stow yer guif, will ye ?” said Timmy ; but he was pleased 
all the same. 

The piece went with a rush from start to finish ; and when, after 
the play was over, some one by mistake raised the curtain again as 
Timmy was disrobing in the middle of the stage, — dressing-rooms 
being scarce, — and the slowly departing audience were treated to a 
glimpse of a flying pink streak that vanished in the wings, Timmy’s 
conquest was complete. 

As, a few moments later, weary but successful, he was leaving the 
hall, one of the spectators who had waited at the door stepped up to 
him. 

“ I say, young feller,” he said, “ that was the best show we’ve ever 
had come to this town. If you’ll give it over ag’in t’morrer night, 
we’ll engage t’ pack the house fer ye.” And they did. 

Livingston B. Morse. 


ANAGRAMS. 

W ORKMEN of all kinds are disposed, in their hours of leisure, 
to play with the implements of. their craft : in his spare mo- 
ments the expert machinist makes toy engines, the boat-builder con- 
structs model ships, and the blacksmith forges ornamental fire-irons. 
The implements of the literary craft are words ; it is not to be won- 
dered at, therefore, that men of letters should at odd times expend 
their energy in playing with words. Numerous are the shapes into 
which a material so plastic as language may be forced, — riddles, conun- 
drums, acrostics, rebuses, hidden towns, and many others. Probably, 
of all the laborious and unprofitable sports with words anagrammatism, 
or metagrammatism, is the most curious, as giving the smallest results 
for the greatest labor. It is a transposition of the letters composing a 
name in such a manner as to make other words which have a special 
application to the person whose name is thus played upon. The in- 
vention of anagrams is generally attributed to Lycophron, a Greek 
poet who lived in the fourth century before Christ. But the Hebrews 
paid so minute a regard to the very words and letters of their sacred 
books, and made so many strangely elaborate calculations with reference 
to them, that it is not at all unlikely that they made the first anagrams. 

It was supposed by the lovers of anagrammatism that the quali- 
ties of a man’s mind or heart were indicated, and that his future fate 
could be predicted, by the anagram formed from the letters of his name. 
The English antiquarian Camden, speaking of the labor necessary to 


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compose anagrams, says that they are “ a whetstone of patience to them 
that shall try the art.” As to the folly and profitlessness of the task 
a great French writer expresses himself thus : “ The anagram is one 
of the greatest follies of the human spirit : one must be a fool to 
amuse himself with them, and worse than a fool to make them.” This 
is rather severe ; for when people of wit and intellect have expended 
much toil upon a very ingenious though useless matter we may at least 
be permitted to amuse ourselves with the results of their labor without 
incurring the charge of being fools. 

Of real usefulness anagrams are, of course, entirely innocent, unless 
perchance the making of them sharpens the mental faculties and de- 
velops patience. The most practical purpose to which they have ever 
been put was by a Frenchman named Thomas Billon, who acquired 
such skill in this form of composition that Louis XIII. gave him a 
pension and the title of Anagrammatist to the King. 

The anagram, if pure, employs none but the letters of the name 
upon which it is made, with these licenses only, that j may be used as i, 
and w as u. But often anagrams are impure; that is to say, they con- 
tain more or fewer letters than the name, or use letters not occurring 
in the name, or write e for ae , v for w , s for z, c for k , and so on. For 
the purposes of anagram, k y which is merely a hard c, is not considered 
a letter. 

One of the very best of all anagrams is that upon the name of 
Admiral Nelson. Horatio Nelson makes Honor est a Nilo , honor 
comes from the Nile, the scene of one of his greatest victories. 
Another exceedingly good one is made from the letters of Pilate’s 
question to Christ, Quid est veritas f what is truth ? Vir est qui adest ; 
it is the man who is here before you. 

An unfortunate man named Daniel Dove, whose surname but for 
one letter might have been anagrammatized into that of the poet Ovid, 
produced after great labor the ill-omened result “ leaden void.” John 
Bunyan, by taking some liberties with the letters of his own name, 
obtained this rugged but not altogether pointless anagram, “Nu honey 
in a B.” An anagram on Elizabeth Cromwell, “ Be comelier with 
zeal,” has no particular meaning or appropriateness. A second one on 
the same name, “ Chast’ love be my rule,” is impure, for it uses s for z 
and omits one l. A complimentary anagram is that on Bridget Fleet- 
wood, “ O tru’ gifted beloved but “ Go, main careful bride,” from 
Mary Faulconbridge, interchanges y and i and adds an e. “ To charm 
out sin,” made by transposing the letters in (Sir) Thomas Coventry, 
keeper of the great seal, has no special fitness and is impure. Nor is 
the anagram on (Lady) Robert Anna Carre — “ Rarer cannot bear” — 
much better. “A wit” can easily be manufactured from Wiat, “ re- 
nown” from Vernon, and “ laurel” from Waller. A certain Randle 
Holmes was a writer on heraldry ; thus “ Lo ! men’s herald !” is a 
clever and fitting anagram. 

On the revival of letters in France, the composition of anagrams 
became a favorite occupation, and some excellent Latin ones were made. 
A striking English epigram was made by some royalist upon the Pre- 
tender Charles James Stuart, the letters of whose name, being trans- 


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posed, read, “ He asserts a true claim.” Dorothy, Viscountess Lisle, 
being anagrammatized, was made to yield “ Christ joins true love’s 
knot ;” and from Sir Francis Bacon, Lord Keeper, were obtained the 
words “ Is born and elect for a ric(h) speaker.” Joannes Williams 
was a famous Welsh clergyman, noted for his opposition to Archbishop 
Laud ; from the letters of his name were derived the anagrams “ My 
wall is on high” % and “ My wall high Sion.” A certain George 
Thompson, an earnest advocate of the emancipation of the negro, was 
urged by his friends to go into Parliament that he might more effectively 
serve the cause he had at heart ; and a friend derived strong support 
for this course by extracting from his name the anagram “ 0 go, the 
negro’s M.P.” 

Anagrams have sometimes been used by writers as noms de guerre. 
Thus, the real name of Voltaire was Arouet, the name by which we 
know him being derived from the letters of Arouet 1. j. (Arouet le jeune, 
the younger). “Frip,” the signature of Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, is 
an anagram of his initials; and W. Jerdan signed his articles with the 
anagram “ W. J. Andr6.” Bryan Waller Procter was transposed into 
the impure anagram “ Barry Cornwall, poet.” Ingenious persons have 
extracted “ real fun” from funeral, “ golden land” from Old England, 
and “ best in prayer” from Presbyterian. Astronomers are, very ap- 
propriately, “ moon-starers,” telegraphs are “ great helps,” and gallant- 
ries are “ all great sin.” Lawyers are “ sly ware,” and editors are 
“ so tired.” Radical reform has been denounced by an opponent as 
“ rare mad frolic ;” and penitentiary yields the very appropriate senti- 
ment “ Nay, I repent it.” John Abernethy, a man as famous for the 
uneouthness and bearishness of his manners as for his skill as a phy- 
sician, had his name anagrammatized into “ Johnny the Bear.” 

On the tomb of Maria Arundel is found the somewhat meaningless 
anagram, “Man a dry laurel.” A certain Hester Mansfield was a 
lecturer, and dying at the age of sixty-six was buried in the church- 
yard at Taplow on the Thames : her name furnished the anagram 
“ Mars fled in thee,” the idea being that the pagan god of war fled 
before her lectures on charity. The name of William Noy, the man 
who proposed ship-money, was metamorphosed into “ I moyl in law.” 
An extremely elaborate but not very forcible anagram is this on the 
Queen of England : Her most Gracious Majesty, Alexandria Victoria, 
by a change of the order of the letters furnishes the words “ Ah ! my 
extravagant joco-serious radical minister !” A much better one than 
this is “ Flit on, charming angel !” on Florence Nightingale, the inde- 
fatigable nurse of the soldiers wounded in the Crimean war. King 
James I. was supposed to have claimed the British crown on the ground 
that he was a descendant of King Arthur; accordingly the name Charles 
James Stuart was ingeniously made to yield the fitting words “ Claimes 
Arthur’s seat.” James Stuart gives us by transposition “ A just 
master,” — which is far from true. 

In the days w 7 hen men were wont to think it their duty to con- 
struct anagrams upon the names of their mistresses, that man must 
have been accounted fortunate who found in the name of his lady, 
Anna Grame, a ready-made “ Anagram.” An amusing story is told 


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of a gentleman who was by no means so lucky. He was courting a 
handsome woman, whose name he supposed to be Elizabeth Chumley. 
He changed Elizabeth to Bess, and made out the anagram “ Angel best 
Lumley ;” a very bad one, for it is hard to see what “ Lumley” means, 
and some of the letters of “ angel” are not found in the name. How- 
ever, he made two verses of it, after this fashion : 

Verse I. 

Most divine ! Adorable of women ! 

Bess Chumley ! 

Accept the following slight tribute of undying affection and heartfelt love 
From her “ best Lumley. 

Verse II. 

Angel !” 

After arriving with much toil at this poor and unsatisfactory result, 
he was disgusted to learn that his lady-love’s name, though pronounced 
Chumley, was spelt Cholmondeley. 

One of the most diverting tales told in connection with the art of 
anagram-making relates to a certain Dame Eleanor Davies, wife of 
Sir Joshua Davies. She lived in the time of Charles I., and was a 
constant croaker and foreteller of evil. At length she made herself 
so obnoxious to the government that she was cited to appear before the 
Court of High Commission. She fancied that she was gifted with 
prophetic powers, because the letters of Eleanor Davies formed the 
anagram “ Reveal, O Daniel.” This was not a good anagram, as it 
used the l twice and did not employ the s at all. She resisted all the 
efforts of the bishops to bring her to reason, but was at last entirely 
defeated by a witty dean, who hoisted her with her own petard by 
making another anagram, not so complimentary to her prophetic in- 
sight : “ Dame Eleanor Davies ; Never so mad a ladie !” This caused 
her to doubt the reality of her own inspiration, and so disconcerted 
her that no more was heard of her. 

After the battle of Navarino Admiral Sir E. Codrington made some 
reflections upon the conduct of Captain R. Dickenson, who demanded 
a court-martial, by which he was honorably acquitted and highly com- 
plimented on his behavior. Some wit then formed the anagram “ R d 
Dic’enson got reward” upon the name of Sir Edward Codrington. 

Occasionally anagrams are framed which are exceedingly inappro- 
priate to the character of the person upon whose name they are con- 
structed, — as this on the notoriously profligate Marguerite de Valois, 
Queen of Navarre : “ De vertu royal image.” A bibliographer named 
William Oldys composed upon his own name two lines which are some- 
what in the nature of an anagram : 

In word and WILL I AM a friend to you ; 

And one friend OLD IS worth a hundred new. 

Arthur Inker dey. 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 

Special fitness for tbe 1boU0a\>s. 

¥ 

As our enormous fatherland gathers a past there creeps 
about its time-worn but sturdy foundations a growth of 
legends and folk-tales as delicate as the vines that climb 
over some feudal stronghold. These are equally fugitive 
with the leaves which typify them. Unless they are quickly 
and sympathetically garnered they will pass away without 
leaving a trace of their fanciful beauty. For the lands of Europe and the East 
many wise heads and hands have done this service ; but it has remained for a 
single industrious spirit to perform the task for America, and from him we now 
have Myths and Legends of Our Own Land , published sumptuously by the J. B. 
Lippincott Company. 

Mr. Charles M. Skinner, the author of the two volumes bearing the above 
title, has spent lavishly time, means, strength, and intelligence to bring into com- 
pact and classified form these records of our imaginative growth as a people. 
He has sought them in “ sources the most diverse, records, histories, news- 
papers, magazines, oral narrative,” and in every case he has cut the rough stone 
into a little gem of traditional lore which not only serves as a striking atom of 
dramatic, pathetic, or fanciful story, but is at the same time a valuable link in 
the chain of our intellectual history. 

As an example of the treatment of little-known legends by this skilful 
hand we would commend the reader to such perfect little narratives as those 
called The Rising of Gouverneur Morris and The Blacksmith at Brandywine. 
These telling chapters are but a random choice, but they are quite character- 
istic, and set the standard for the entire work, a standard very high in truth as 
in style. 

The books as merely mechanical products are delightful. They are printed 
in clear old-style type on deckle-edge paper, and every effect of typography has 
been carefully studied. The illustrations consist of eight photogravures, as 
follows : Sleepy Hollow Bridge, The Chew House, Surf in Massachusetts Bay, 
Near the Site of Fountain Inn, Marblehead, Manitou, A Louisiana Bayou, The 
Yellowstone, and A Moqui Village. These accompany divisions entitled The 
Hudson and its Hills, The Isle of Manhattoes and Nearby, On and Near the 
Delaware, Tales of Puritan Land, Lights and Shadows of the South, The 
Central States and Great Lakes, Along the Rocky Range, On the Pacific Slope, 
As to Buried Riches, and Storied Waters, Cliffs, and Mountains. This resume 
Vol LVIII. — 55 865 


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Myths and Legends 
of Our Own Land. 
By Charles M. Skin- 
ner. Two volumes. 
Illustrated. 


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will give an idea of the scope of Mr. Skinner’s books, than which we can con- 
ceive of nothing more useful to a writer of stories, nothing more agreeable and 
enlightening to the general reader. 

¥ 

Dip into E. Cobham Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and 
Fable for any chance reference, say the origin of the fami- 
liar name Connecticut, and see how compact and clear is 
the answer, — “ Connecticut, U. S. America, is the Indian 
Quin-neh-tuk-qut, meaning land of the long tidal river.” 
This is characteristic of the entire volume of fourteen 
hundred pages, than which there does not exist a more 
thorough-going book of reference in the whole field of research. The J. B. 
Lippincott Company has just put forth a new edition of this standard work, 
revised, corrected, and enlarged, but containing all the old features which have 
become so essential to every worker in letters. Besides giving the derivation, 
source, and origin of common phrases, allusions, and words that have a tale to 
tell, the volume includes a concise bibliography of English literature, and 
gives a portrait of its venerable compiler at the age of eighty-five years, with a 
fac-simile of his graceful penmanship forming a new preface. In this we are 
informed that the volume has been set up anew, thus enabling the author fully 
to recast it in harmony with the wonderful strides of English philology in the 
last half-century. “ Three hundred and fifty extra pages have been added, and 
all that has been retained of previous editions has been subjected to the severest 
scrutiny.” The volume is practically a new one, entirely up to date; and since 
the first edition of twenty-five years ago it has reached a circulation of one 
hundred and five thousand copies, a sure witness to the fact that the place it 
takes in public and private libraries and with students is firmly established. 

¥ 

The striking success last Christmas of Dr. Theodore Wolfe’s 
Literary Shrines. Literary Shrines and A Literary Pilgrimage has naturally 

A Literary Pii- j e( j editions of these delightful volumes, from the origi- 

gnmage. By Dr. . . 

Theodore Wolfe. na l publishers, the J. B. 'Lippincott Company, such as book- 

ifedition ds Luxe. lovers and collectors will treasure for their exquisite ex- 

ternal features as well as their bookish contents. These 
editions de luxe are taller and more elaborately decorated than the first issues, 
but the text is in all respects the same. The illustrations in the new volumes 
are, however, more abundant and valuable, some very rare views of houses like 
those of Rossetti and of Keats in London having been added. The present edi- 
tion is limited to five hundred and twelve numbered copies, printed on Dutch 
hand-made large paper, with deckle edges and gilt top. There are fourteen 
photogravures on India paper to each volume, ten more than in the earlier 
volumes; and the cover bears an artistic design in blue and gold by Mr. E. S. 
Holloway. Nothing more sumptuous appears in the lists of holiday books, and 
everybody of intellectual tastes will know how to value such a gift. Those un- 
fortunate enough to fail in securing the Edition de luxe may still obtain the 
earlier set. 


Dictionary of 
Phrase and Fable. 
By Rev. E. Cobham 
Brewer, LL.D. 
New and Enlarged 
Edition. 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


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Too little do we heed the consolations stored up for U3 by 
the tender wisdom of large hearts. Keble is a household 
name, hardly ever separated from his one famous book, 
The Christian Year, and yet how few know the quiet support 
in suffering and uplifting in health embalmed in these 
Far too few. It is therefore a great gain to possess a fine, 
clearly printed edition like this just issued by the J. B. Lippincott Company, 
giving carefully edited text, an able and thorough introduction, marginal notes 
by Keble’s biographer, Walter Lock, M.A., and five designs, in full harmony 
with the respective poems which they illustrate, by the well-known draughts- 
man R. Anning Bell. Keble wrote of the Christ-child, — 


The Christian Year. 
By John Keble. 
Illustrated by R. 
Anning Bell. 

sympathetic pages ! 


Thee, on the bosom laid 
Of a pure virgin mind, 

In quiet ever, and in shade, 

Shepherd and sage may find; 

They, who have bowed untaught to Nature’s sway, 

And they, who follow Truth along her star-paved way. 


And his precious book, leading to reflection on the holy tide, makes a Christ- 
mas-gift of deep significance. 

¥ 

A subject which is sure to absorb more and more attention 
The Opera. By R. as taste develops among us is Opera. We have all read 
A. streatfeild, B.A. an d been amused at the conventional translations of li- 
brettos and at inadequate settings of elaborate scenes like 
those in Die Valkyrie, but new demands have made new effects, and nowadays 
the production of opera in all its elements is more serious, more elevated, more 
consistent, than ever before. Local seasons are being established in all the 
American centres of culture, and not to know something about the vital topic 
of every dinner, reception, tea, is to be but a maimed member of the social 
body. 

Now comes Mr. R. A. Streatfeild with a compact volume entitled The 
Opera, Lippincott, in which he gives, in excellent form, a survey of the whole 
history of the subject from Monteverde to Mascagni. The book opens with an 
historical essay, lightly and agreeably written, which drifts naturally into a 
description of each school and its individual members in turn. The plots of 
all the operas that have made a mark in the past, or that have any chance of 
revival in the present, are given clearly and without prejudice by a pen which 
indicates not only a lover of opera for its own sake, but a cultivated and critical 
musician. An able and penetrating Introduction by J. A. Fuller-Maitland 
and a useful index begin and end one of the most essential of contemporary 
books. 

¥ 


Marie 

Lotos 


The fame of Marie Corelli has penetrated even to those 
who have never had the good fortune to read her novels. 
She is a household word, and each new book from her 
trenchant pen sends her name in widening circles of repute. 
Jane, her very last story, is as biting a bit of social sarcasm as ever came from 
an English satirist; and yet it is at the same time a touching picture of a sweet 


Jane, By 

Corelli. 

Library. 


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old lady who has inherited gentle breeding and never forgets it, even in bar- 
barously luxurious surroundings. 

Miss Jane Belmont is the only child of a provincial rector who has died, 
leaving her only the simple parsonage which they both loved so well. She 
leads a tranquil life among her humble neighbors and her old-fashioned flowers ; 
but suddenly she is informed that she is the heir to enormous wealth. This 
plunges her into the tumult of a London season, and she holds her own well 
enough for a long while ; but the hollowness of it all is more and more ap- 
parent to her, and a final climax comes, when she dramatically orders Royalty 
itself from her door. The contrasts thus offered Marie Corelli for incisive 
reflections on society, allied with her creative power, form a tale which is 
singularly original, sweet, and productive of reflection. 

Jane is the latest issue of the Lotos Library , whose buff-and-green covers 
have added new lustre to the Lippi ncott imprint. 


Gil Bias. The Ara- 
bian Nights. Four 
Volumes and Six 
Volumes. Illus- 
trated. 


The rarely beautiful library of classical tales which the J. 
B. Lippincott Company have recently put forth in connec- 
tion with Dent and Gibbings, of London, is now increased 
by the issue of Gil Bias in four volumes, and The Thousand 
and One Nights , or Arabian Nights ’ Entertainments , in six 
volumes, of a size and character to harmonize with the previous list. The 
translation of Gil Bias is by Henry Van Laun, an authority who also provides 
an introduction, a life of Lesage, and full marginal notes, making each allusion 
clear to the reader. The set is embellished by twenty-one photogravures from 
original etchings by Ad. Lalauze. 

The Arabian Nights is translated by Edward William Lane, and contains 
an introduction by Joseph Jacobs, — both names guaranteeing the most learned 
and perfect literary work. The six volumes are illustrated by an abundance of 
full-page pictures from the striking English designer Frank Brangwyn. 

There have been numberless libraries of such standard works as these, but 
none we have seen approach this newest one in beauty and excellence. 


¥ 

Very sweet and pure in sentiment, and of a deft and suave 
Poems. By Robert art, are the Poems of Robert Loveman, now bound together 
Loveman. in a charming little volume from the press of the J. B. Lip- 

pincott Company. Mr. Loveman has brought to its highest 
perfection the poetry of conceit and brief climax so much practised by Aldrich 
and his group of dilettante poets ; and yet the love of the things of common 
life gives this new wearer of the laurel a homely side often absent among the 
singers of concetti. A characteristic example of Mr. Loveman’s sentiment and 
art is called The Truant. Its two stanzas are as follows : 


In the last twilight dim and gray 
From my fond clasp she slipped away, 
As sweet a thought as ever stole 
Into and out a poet’s soul. 


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And now, through all the weary night 
Within my heart I burn a light, 

So my dear thought may enter when 
She cometh weeping home again. 

Every lover of true poetry will recognize in this a genuine instinct for 
song which is reflected, as well, from each page of the volume. There are 
sonnets, quatrains, and ballads in abundance, and mingled with these an occa- 
sional poem of less formal structure, like In Venice, showing that Mr. Love- 
man has the idyllic gift as well as the lyric. The binding of Delft blue is 
unique. 


Robert Burns. 
Poems and Songs 
Complete. In Four 
Volumes. Illus- 
trated. 


What a blessing it was to every student of English letters 
to own the unexpurgated edition of the old English 
dramas! Those who desire to know English critically 
cannot afford to waste time over a text selected by the 
prudery of some editor neither in spirit nor in knowledge 
able to take the historical stand-point. Hence it is a great gain when some 
English master comes to us unhurt by the knife of the pruner, as is the case 
in the present instance with Burns. This Edinburgh edition is complete in 
four compact volumes. It has been arranged with singular care and sympathy 
by Mr. W. Scott Douglas, who has placed all the poems and songs in chrono- 
logical order, with copious notes and glossaries and an ample index. To this 
has been added a Life of Burns by Professor Nichol, M.A., LL.D., who held 
the chair of English Literature in the University of Glasgow. This able 
“ summary of the career of Burns” occupies the last volume, which also con- 
tains an excellent portrait of the poet. The illustrations of the set consist of 
twelve photogravures after drawings by Marshall Brown. 


¥ 

Supplementing its more comprehensive Variorum Edition 
of Shakespeare, the J. B. Lippincott Company has issued 
in due season for holiday purchasers a more companion- 
able set of Mr. William Shakespeare's Comedies , Histories, 
Tragedies, and Poems, just fitted for the traveller by foot or 
bicycle, or for handy perusal during a railway journey. 
The twelve little volumes stand side by side in a shapely dark-red case which 
holds them upright and enables their possessor to set them within reach on a 
table or shelf, and the text is so artfully planned by the editor that the eye is 
quite unconscious of any effort in perusing the well-condensed lines. No 
Christmas-gift could come to a bookworm more relishable than these volumes, 
— one for each month till the next Christmas. 


Mr. William Shake- 
speare’s Comedies, 
Histories, Trage- 
dies, and Poems. 
Twelve Volumes, in 
a Box. 


Boys and girls like to be mystified and led away to impos- 
sible lands among impossible peoples. This is the secret 
found out by Mr. J. Provand Webster, who has given us, 
in his Oracle of Baal, published by the Lippincotts, which- 
purports to be a narrative of some curious events in the life of Professor Horatio 
Carmichael, M.A., a tale as thrilling and fanciful as any of Jules Verne’s, and 


The Oracle of Baal. 
By J. Provand Web- 
ster. Illustrated. 


870 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


yet adapted better to the budding intellects to which it is addressed. The 
learned professor leads a band of adventurers into Africa, where they discover 
the strange, unknown land of Affri, with whose people they have a severe con- 
flict. The object of their expedition is traditional treasure ; but how they seek 
it, and whether or not they discover it, we must not reveal. Suffice it to say 
that the book is a healthy and stimulating one, and will be sure to please the 
youngsters — and even the oldsters — who may chance to get it at Christmas. 
The full-page illustrations form a piquant sauce to the text. 

¥ 


The writer of this note used to find endless charm in “ Tom 
Through Thick and Brown” and “ David Copperfield,” and even in Oliver 
Home By Andrew Optic’s school-boys, and it is cheering to know that the 
presses are still issuing rational stories of life at the great 
public schools of England. The latest one of this sort is called Through Thick 
and Thin , by the friend of every boy who reads, — Andrew Home. It is a story 
of a plucky little chap, who was honest from the first, and whose honesty and 
liveliness and courage enabled him to overcome great odds and rise to a fore- 
most place in a school where bullying and fagging was the accustomed order. 
Arthur Arnold is a fine fellow, and his example cannot but prove beneficial to 
all the boys who read his pleasant tale. The volume comes from the J. B. 
Lippincott Company in a dress which will fit it to lie snugly at the foot of many 
a Christmas-tree. 


The kindly authoress of Philippa garners her literary har- 
vest with a pleasant regularity that keeps from season to 
season the sunshine of her remembrance. Last year her 
gift was Olivia , and she now comes laden with a book as 
delightful in every way, but wholly different in scene, characters, and plot. 

Philippa is the story of a girl who cheerfully braved straitened circum- 
stances and made her way against great odds. She tried to do her sister a ser- 
vice by assuming the part of maid when she visited a fine relative’s house, and 
this device, which she carried out undiscovered, was the means of bringing her 
a lover and much happiness for all the years of her life. The book is especially 
adapted to the taste of nice girls, and it will be welcomed as a present at Christ- 
mas by them, or by anybody who likes a realistic story engagingly told. The 
J. B. Lippincott Company, Mrs. Molesworth’s publishers, have put this latest 
work of hers into the charming dress deserved by its contents. The eight full- 
page illustrations by J. Fennemore do unmistakably illustrate the text. 


Philippa. By Mrs. 
Molesworth. Illus- 
trated. 


¥ 


A tale of stirring adventure, told with a hearty good humor 
Swept Out to Sea. ail( j j n f ec ti 0 us mirth, is Swept Out to Sea , by David Ker, 
lustrated! ^ ^ w ^° ^ ast y ear & ave us Th e Wizard King. This is the record 

of manly feats of courage and strength in many parts of 
the world, performed by Seymour Hardy, editor of a juvenile journal called 
Boys and Girls. The story begins with a fine scene in which this lusty cham- 


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871 


pion saves the life of a careless swimmer in the rough seas which tumble aboul 
the Shetland Isles. He is brought thus into acquaintanceship with some of his 
fellow-guests at the hotel, one of whom is a little girl named Florimel Cramwell. 
He was her hero even before she knew him, for she had devoured all his books 
and lived upon the exciting feats which he portrayed. There is also a wistful 
young boy whose father thinks him a milksop and who is very melancholy be- 
cause he is misunderstood ; but a fine adventure with Hardy brings out his pluck, 
and his father pronounces the benediction, “ Well done, my brave boy! I'm 
proud of yon !” Such as these are the quickly succeeding scenes throughout 
the book, and all is so quietly and earnestly narrated, in so gentlemanly a spirit, 
that it would seem a safe gift for any boy or girl who deserves a good book. 
The Messrs. Lippincott have put it forth in a style alike attractive and sub- 
stantial, and the half-dozen full-page illustrations are excellent. 

¥ 

The most essential equipment for a writer of stories for 
Prince Little Boy children is sympathy. This is the most characteristic mood 
and o ° tn ^. ry ^ e d s of Dr. S. Weir Mitchell, and he is therefore an ideal author 
By s.Weir Mitchell. f° r nursery, as, in his many-sided way, he is for the 
library and for the sick-room. This edition of Prince Little 
Boy and Other Tales Out of Fairyland brings to the youngsters just in their teens 
all the wealth of Dr. Mitchell’s fancy and rich experience through a cultured 
and busy life, and, with the instinctive friendship which children feel for 
those who like them, the charming book will win a host of juvenile advocates 
wherever it goes. Dr. Mitchell appeals to the “ Nursery Critics,” and he is 
sure to have their warmest favor. 

Besides the story which gives title to the book, and which has taken a 
firm place in the world of little readers, there are Mrs. Grabem and Fuzbuz ; 
Wags ; Prince Lazy Boots and the Peck of Troubles ; ' The Curly Fish ; The Wolf 
that wanted a Doctor; Old Wine in a New Bottle; Real Magic ; and the Tale 
of the Great Giant Smoky Pokey. 

The illustrations are abundant and appropriate, and these, with the deco- 
rative cover, clear print, and delightful text, make up a Christmas-gift fit for a 
queen, be she young or old. 


¥ 


Dr. George M. Gould has gained such an established 
An Autumn Singer, reputation for his scientific work in letters that anything 
M D from his pen must arrest attention. With a mind singu- 

larly clear and searching and a thoughtful outlook upon 
man and nature, he has been able to see both the sentiment and the science of 
life. To the one must be ascribed his technical volumes; to the other we are 
now indebted for a volume of poems of singular tenderness, thoughtfulness, 
and lyrical grace. 

That the evolution of the poet in Dr. Gould’s case is but a fresh one is indi- 
cated by one of the musical stanzas of An Autumn Singer, which gives title 
to the volume : 


872 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


When all the air was music, one, 

Untaught of song, unskilled in tune, 

Sat silent until, startling, run 
And stirred Life’s great migration rune, — 

Then burst and gushed the long-stored flow, — 

An autumn singer’s want and woe ! 

But if his muse is a late-comer she is none the less inspired, as may be seen 
from many of his twenty-four sonnets. We can spare space for but a single 
example, which must stand for all : 

THE MATTERHORN. 

Thy bases rooted in the immobile deep 
Of earth, with giant buttresses of rock, 

Scorn Titan’s blow, heed not the earthquake’s shock. 

Lured on, the eyes climb up the dizzying steep 
To rest upon the beetling heights that keep 
Eternal watch above the world, and mock 
The littleness of man. About thee flock 
Thy tribute-mountains. Silence sinks to sleep. 

’Twas said who reads life’s riddle not aright 
Quick finds himself bereft of life’s own breath. 

Dost thou, 0 Sphinx of Mountains, mitigate 
Our doom, and from us hold by mastering might 
The eternal eyes whose awful glance is death ? 

Thy gaze meets full the gorgon-stare of Fate. 

The volume is a singularly beautiful example of the Lippincott press-work, 
and signalizes the debut into pure literature of an eminent physician of Phila- 
delphia who emulates the example of one already famous. 

¥ 

The striking novel of London society by Rita, called A 
A Woman in it. Woman In It , which was a recent issue of the J. B. Lip- 
By Rita. pincott Company, has met with unusual success ; and those 

who have heard of it, but who have not yet read it, may 
now possess a copy in an inexpensive form, in The Lippincott Series of Select 
Novels. It is sure to have a continued popularity and make lots of new friends 
for its author. 

¥ 

When a book gives you a mental fillip and makes you see 
Marcus Clarke By commonplace people and every-day objects from a new side, 
lets light in upon the prosy and shows you that it is, after 
all, only the outer covering of the poetic ; when you feel that the author has a 
twinkle in the eye over the little follies of men and women and can yet sympa- 
thize genially with their weaknesses, — such a story is one to linger over and 
recommend to the people you like. A good novel is, after all, so very rare that 
to discover and circulate it brings the discoverer a very pardonable self- 
satisfaction. 

Such are the feelings aroused by a careful and delighted reading of Heavy 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


873 


Odds, by Marcus Clarke, which the Messrs. Lippincott have been fortunate 
enough to secure for their Select Novel Series . Marcus Clarke is a name to 
remember. It stands for an author who promises all good things for the future, 
as anybody who reads Heavy Odds will cordially allow. 

The tale is one of English high life at the contemporary period, — as high 
life in our day would have appeared under the searching point of Thackeray’s 
pen. Cyril Chatteris is the hero, and a precious rascally one at that. He is 
brilliant at Oxford, but leaves before taking his degree, to devote himself to 
leader-writing for a Radical newspaper that wholly opposes the views of his 
father, an old diplomat in the Conservative interest. Cyril prints an article at 
a critical moment which overturns the ministry. The information which was 
the pith of the leader was obtained dishonorably from a private letter to his 
father. This causes a breach, and Cyril retires to London, where he falls in 
love with his vulgar landlady’s daughter, the pretty Carry Manton, and marries 
her on the very day when his brother, the heir to the estates, is killed in a 
steeple-chase. The way is now open for Cyril to marry his beautiful cousin, 
Kate Ffrench ; but he is caught firmly in the Mantonian trap. He eventually 
declares his love for Kate, and is accepted. He runs for Parliament, and is 
defeated by Rupert Dacre, his reputed friend. Finally, when the bubble of his 
fortunes explodes, he commits a crime, which the reader must investigate for 
himself, or lose a rare source of interest in this exceptionally able and alluring 
novel. 


The Practice of 
Medicine. By- 
Horatio C. Wood, 
A.M., M.D., LL.D. 
(Yale), and Regi- 
nald H. Fitz, A.M., 
M.D. 


Every student of medicine is a debtor to the J. B. Lippin- 
cott Company for such a publication as this by Dr. Horatio 
C. Wood, A.M., M.D., LL.D. (Yale), and Dr. Reginald H. 
Fitz, A.M., M.D., of Harvard. It is the repository of all 
the special knowledge of our own day on The Practice of 
Medicine , and it will instantly take its place as an estab- 
lished authority in its field. It approaches the practice of 
medicine simultaneously from the pathologic and thera- 
peutic points of view, and each department has been assigned to the most emi- 
nent specialist of the respective branch with which he deals. Yet, while each 
author has undertaken separately his own task, there has been full and com- 
plete collaboration, each section having the benefit of the joint criticism, thus 
insuring a fuller perfection. The division of labor fell as follows : Dr. Wood 
treats of nervous diseases, diseases of the muscles, infectious diseases except diph- 
theria, dysentery, tuberculosis, leprosy, and syphilis, and gives a chapter on 
acute and chronic poisoning. He is also responsible for all the therapeutics. 
To Dr. Fitz were assigned the infectious diseases mentioned, and the chapters on 
diseases of the blood and of the ductless glands, on parasites, and on diseases of 
the circulatory, respiratory, digesti ve, and urinary systems, except the therapeu- 
tics. The fact that such a work, containing over a thousand pages, a copious 
index, and numerous necessary cuts, is within easy reach will be welcome news 
to every practitioner, every professor, and every student of medicine at home 
and abroad, and libraries throughout the land will eagerly seek to complete 
their medical sections by possessing a copy of this handsome, substantial, and 
essential book. 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 

The fame of Ships that Pass in the Night has made assurance 
of a wide and warm welcome for anything else that may 
come from the pen of Beatrice Harraden. She has given 
us one other book of minor importance, and now publishes, 
in company with Dr. William A. Edwards, through the J. 
B. Lippincott Company, a volume devoted to life in South- 
ern California, where she has lived since issuing her first notable story. To 
this new and charming book, called Two Health Seekers in Southern California , 
Miss Harraden contributes chapters on Southern California and on Out- Door 
Life for Women, giving vivid and alluring descriptions of climate, flora, fauna, 
domestic life, tent-life, life by the sea-side and in the mountains, and surrounds 
these subjects with the clear atmosphere of reality which characterizes all her 
literary work. 

The volume is designed primarily for those who contemplate a settled or 
temporary stay in the health- giving climate of California of the South. To 
invalids or those recovering from illness it will be an invaluable guide to the 
places best suited for their individual cases. Dr. Edwards has given careful and 
intelligent study to the subject for years past, as his well-known contributions 
to its literature in Climatology and his learned citations indicate. He treats 
every phase of invalid life as it relates to change of climate, and his acquaint- 
ance with the region of which he writes is exhaustive. The tables of tempera- 
tures given in the text would alone enable the traveller to choose a retreat 
suited to his tastes, for California is a land with climates to fit the varying 
demands of a whole world of health-seekers. 

Such a combination of scientific data and picturesque inquiry as is offered 
by Dr. Edwards and Miss Harraden is rarely to be met with, and these Tico 
Health Seekers will appeal to thousands who will follow in their footsteps. 

¥ 

A very great undertaking has been achieved with marked 
success in this completed first volume by Drs. William F. 
Norris and Charles A. Oliver, devoted to a System of Dis- 
eases of the Eye , by American , British , Dutch , French , Ger - 
man , and Spanish Authors . The subjects here specially 
treated are the Embryology, Anatomy, and Physiology of 
the Eye, and in illustration of these there are, besides the 
text, twenty-three full-page plates and three hundred and sixty-two text-cuts. 

The contributors are as follows, each a specialist of eminence in his respec- 
tive branch, thus insuring individually and collectively an authoritative and 
final treatment up to date : Development of the Eye is by the lamented John 
A. Ryder, Ph.D., who has died since the inception of the volume; The Anat- 
omy of the Orbit and the Appendages of the Eye, by Thomas Dwight, M.D., 
LL.D., of Boston ; The Anatomy of the Eyeball and of the Intra-Orbital Portion 
of the Optic Nerve, by Frank Baker, M.D., Ph.D., of Washington ; The Micro- 
scopical Anatomy of the Eyeball, by George A. Piersol, M.D., of Philadelphia ; 
Anatomy of the Intra-Cranial Portion of the Visual Apparatus, by Alex Hill, 
M.A., M.D., of Cambridge, England; Congenital Malformations and Abnor- 
malities of the Human Eye, by William Lang, F.R.C.S.E., London, England; 
The Dioptrics of the Eye, by Edward Jackson, A.M., M.D., of Philadelphia; 


System of Diseases 
of the Eye. Edited 
by William F. Nor- 
ris, A M., M.D., and 
Charles A. Oliver, 
A.M., M.D. Illus- 
trated. 


874 

Two Health Seek- 
ers in Southern 
California. By 
William A. Ed- 
wards, M.D., and 
Beatrice Harraden. 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


875 


The Perception of Light, by J. McKeen Cattell, M.A., Ph.D., of New York; 
Binocular Vision, Conflict of the Fields of Vision, Apparent and Natural Size 
of Objects, etc., by Eugen Brodhun, M.D., of Berlin, Germany ; Normal Color- 
Perception, by William Thomson, M.D., of Philadelphia ; and Photo-Chemistry 
of the Retina, by Carl Mays, M.D., of Heidelberg, Germany. 

This array will alone stamp the volume as an invaluable adjunct to the 
library of every student of the eye, and the further assurance that it comes 
from the medical publishing house of J. B. Lippincott Company completes the 
full circle of its qualities. 

¥ 

The romantic side of industrial work has rarely been 
treated, save where it enters into fiction, as in Felix Holt , 
or in The Banishment of Jessop Blythe, by Joseph Hatton. 
Mr. Robert Cochrane, a scholarly compiler of useful books 
on many subjects, has noted this deficiency, and now comes 
forward, at the appropriate holiday season, with a volume 
of enticing papers, called The Romance of Industry and Invention , treating of 
the romantic side of business and manufacture, which will be just the thing of 
all others to take the fancy of an inquiring boy or girl. 

The nine chapters deal in turn with Iron and Steel, exploiting Sir Henry 
Bessemer, Sir William Siemens, and the Krupps of Essen ; of Pottery and Por- 
celain, dealing with the Wedgwoods in a delightful manner; of the Sewing- 
Machine, telling of Thomas Saint, Hunt, Elias Howe, Wilson, and Singer; of 
Wool and Cotton, with a well-condensed history of each ; of Gold and Dia- 
monds, illustrating methods of mining and describing the mines ; of Big Guns, 
Small-Arms, and Ammunition ; of the Evolution of the Bicycle ; of Steamers 
and Sailing-Vessels; and of the Post-Office, Telegraph, Telephone, and Phono- 
graph. 

No better educator for a young fellow who “ wants to know” could be 
found in all the realm of books than this admirably planned and well-printed 
volume, published, with its capital pictures, by the Lippincotts. 

¥ 

The entire subject of coal as it relates to this country has 
a careful and learned expositor in Mr. William Jasper 
Nicolls, M. Am. Soc. C.E., and author of The Railway 
Builder and other technical works of value. His book 
entitled The Story of American Coals has just been issued 
by the J. B. Lippincott Company in the substantial style due 
to a solid and very important subject, and every operator of a mine, dealer, 
middleman, and consumer should take the opportunity thus offered for thorough 
enlightenment on a matter which we ignore almost utterly, though it lies at the 
base of every contemporary industry and, one might even venture to say, every 
American home. As Jevons tells us, coal “is the material energy of the 
country, the universal aid, the factor in everything we do.” 

The titles of some of Mr. Nicolls’s chapters will signify the scope of his 
admirable work. The department called Origin is divided into Theory, Geol- 


The Story of Ameri- 
can Coals. By 
William Jasper 
Nicolls, M. Am. 
Soc. C.E. 


The Romance of 
Industry and In- 
vention. By Robert 
Cochrane. Illus- 
trated. 


876 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


ogy, Historical, Geography, Area, Classification, Bituminous Area. There fol- 
lows a division on Development, under which occur Surface Indications, Boring, 
Drifting, Opening a Mine, Air and Gases, Hauling to the Surface, and Shipping. 
Under the caption Transportation we have Water Transportation, Canal Ship- 
ments, Bail Shipments, Seaboard Anthracite Coals, Seaboard Bituminous Coals, 
Vessel Cargoes, Domestic Coals, and Pockets, Depots, and Yards. The last 
section of the book is devoted to the Consumption of Coal, and in this occur 
Bituminous-Steaming, Anthracite-Steaming, The Blast Furnace, Combustion, 
Mechanical Preparation, Gas Coals, Coke, and By-Products. The Conclusion 
deals with the enormous output of coal, reaching two hundred millions of tons, 
and gives statistics of value. Beyond this there is an exhaustive index, which 
equips the volume as a book of reference. 

The appropriate frontispiece is a photograph from a statue of a miner in his 
working-suit, — a stalwart character who braves many perils that we may toast 
our toes. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


877 


Cleveland’s 
Baking Powder, 


manufactured originally by the Cleveland Brothers, Albany, N. Y., 
now by the Cleveland Baking Powder Co., New York, 


has been in use for twenty-five years in thousands of homes all 
over the country. Those who have used it longest praise it most. 

Every official report, including those of the United States Govern- 
ment and the Canadian Government, and the different State Reports, 
shows Cleveland’s the strongest of all pure cream of tartar baking 
powders. 

The best test, however, is in the kitchen, and that shows that Cleve- 
land’s baking powder is always uniform and reliable, it does the most 
work and the best work. 

No other article of food has ever received so many commenda- 
tions from teachers of cookery and writers on Domestic Science, 
among whom we may name : 


Mrs. Sarah T. Rorer, 

Principal Philadelphia Cooking School. 

Mrs. Carrie M. Dearborn, 

Late Principal Boston Cooking School. 

Marion Harland, 

Author “Common Sense in the Household.” 

Miss Fannie M. Farmer, 

Principal Boston Cooking School. 

Miss Kate E. Whitaker, 

Prm. Normal Cookery School, San Francisco. 


Mrs. Emma P. Ewing, 

Principal Chautauqua School of Cookery. 

Mrs. D. A. Lincoln, 

Author of “ Boston Cook Book.” 

Miss C. C. Bedford, 

Sup’t New York Cooking School. 

Marion A. McBride, 

“ The Cottage Hearth .** 

Mrs. Eliza R. Parker, 

Author of “ Economical Housekeeping.” 


Over fifty teachers of cookery have contributed to our receipt book, copy 
of which will be mailed free on receipt of stamp and address. 

Cleveland Baking Powder Co., 8i and 83 Fulton Street, New York. 


878 


CURRENT NOTES. 


A Texas Banger’s Bat-Story— L. T. Harper, an ex Texas ranger, gives 
an interesting account of how he discovered the rear entrance to a bat cave on 
the Colorado Kiver. “ It was in the summer of 1876,” he said. “ I was sent 
by Major Jones to hunt up an outlaw who had escaped from the penitentiary 
guards. While feeding my horse before sunrise in a skirt of woods a mile from 
the river, I saw bats returning from their night skirmishing, entering a hole in 
the bough of a tree. The bats came in countless numbers and entered in regular 
order, as if each bat knew just when to arrive to take his turn, to a second. 
For more than an hour they swarmed into the tree in numbers sufficient to 
have packed it full if it were hollow from the tip-top to the ground. I know 
the habit of bats, that they sleep hanging by their hind feet, head down, in 
rows, and it made me wonder how so many could get lodging in a tree not par- 
ticularly large. I mentioned it when I got to the town of Burnet, and it set 
one of the deputy sheriffs to thinking. He suggested to me to return. We cut 
down the tree, and there was not a bat in it. Next we pushed a hole into the 
stump, and found an opening going into fathomless depths. The young officer, 
whose name I have forgotten, lighted a piece of paper and dropped it into the 
hole, and at once we understood the situation. The tree grew in the ceiling 
of a cave, and its hollow trunk had been a tube through which the bats made 
their exit and entrance. It was two years afterward before the cave was ex- 
plored .” — Dallas {Texas) News. 

The Old Rooster was Wise. — The old hen flew from her nest and cackled 
loud and long. 

“ When eggs are nine cents a dozen,” said the old rooster, eying the per- 
formance with languid disapproval, “ it is a ridiculous exhibition of vanity to 
make all that fuss over one egg .” — Chicago Tribune. 


“ Awful.” — I believe it is within my own recollection that this word has 
come to be used in the sense of “ great” or “ very great.” Certainly “ Thanks, 
awfully !” is quite modern, and not very elegant. But in Lord Mahon’s History 
of England, vol. vii. p. 256, he quotes a letter from Rodney to his wife, written 
with reference to the famous naval victory in the West Indies, in which, speak- 
ing of the way in which the French fleet was endeavoring to delay the contest 
while he desired to bring it on, he says, “ They kept at an awful distance.” 
And Lord Mahon’s comment on this is, “Some foreigner unversed in our 
common and colloquial phrases might here exclaim that it was the French- 
man’s distance only that could strike his gallant heart with awe.” But I 
doubt whether the word “ awful” was ever then used in the colloquial sense 
alluded to. 

It is more probable that Rodney meant “ awful” in the old and literal 
sense, but in the reverse application to that here suggested for the foreigner. 
In other words, he meant that it was awe of the English fleet which led the 
French to desire at that time to put off the engagement. And probably this 
would be the first idea to occur to the supposed foreigner, as “ awful” would 
more naturally signify feeling than inspiring awe. I remember many years 
ago a lady telling with much amusement a story of a boy (I forget from what 
part of the country) who, on being asked whether he was frightened at some- 
thing, replied,” “Yes, ma’am ; I be very frightful.” — Notes and Queries. 




CURRENT NOTES. 


879 



! JWlljcf 


WRITES 


“HFTER being com- 
pletely worn out 
from constant nervous 
strain, I was advised to 
use the GENUINE 
JOHANN HOFF'S 
MALT EXTRACT, 
It has benefited me so 
wonderfully that I have 
become its strongest 
advocate/' 


ASK FOR THE GENUINE 


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AVOID SUBSTITUTES. 


880 


CURRENT NOTES. 


Go.od nature and evenness of temper will give you an easy companion for 
life ; virtue and good sense, an agreeable friend ; love and constancy, a good 
wife or husband. — Spectator. 

The Spirit of the Boers. — How is it, Englishmen ask themselves, that 
these rude up-country Boers can thus inflict such severe defeats upon first-rate 
European troops? The reasons are not in reality very far to seek. Every 
Boer in the republics beyond the Orange River is animated by the strongest 
possible attachment for his country. These republics were won from barbarism 
some fifty years ago, after hard fighting with Moselikatse, father of the late 
Lobengula, and his ferocious Zulu hosts. Before the fights in which they de- 
feated Moselikatse and drove him beyond the Limpopo, the emigrant Boers, 
just then quitting Cape Colony, had suffered cruel massacres at the hands of 
these Matabele warriors. In Natal, whither some of them first trekked before 
crossing the Orange, five hundred of the men, women, and children of these 
migrating farmers had been murdered in a single night and day by the Zulus 
of Dingaan. The emigrant Boers took a terrible revenge upon Dingaan for 
that inhuman massacre. Four hundred of them in laager defeated ten thou- 
sand of Dingaan’s choicest warriors, with the loss of three thousand slain. 
The Blood River in Natal still bears testimony by its name to the stream of 
Zulu blood which upon that Sunday morning battle in 1838 mingled with its 
flow. 

Is it to be wondered at that after such struggles and such sufferings 
the Boers of the Orange Free State and Transvaal cling so tightly to their 
adopted countries, and that their determination is to retain their independence 
at all costs and all hazards? English settlers and English statesmen have 
never, I think, fairly gauged the spirit that animates these South African Dutch 
farmers. I am not a Little Englander by any means. I always look upon the 
surrender after Majuba as a fatal mistake, and consider that Sir Evelyn Wood 
with his strong force should have been allowed to put matters square. I believe 
that the future of South Africa lies mainly with the British, and that some day 
we shall see a strong confederacy of South African states and colonies under 
British supremacy . — Nineteenth Century. 

A good deed is never lost. He who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and 
he who plants kindness gathers love. Pleasure bestowed upon a grateful mind 
was never sterile. — Basil. 

“Slump” is a Danish Word. — A good deal has been heard lately about 
the “slump” in the city. The word is expressive, and is generally believed to 
be “ slangy,” but at one time it was in general use, although it is only now 
to be heard in out-of-the-way districts of the provinces. The African Review 
points out that it is of Danish origin, and, according to Dr. Raven, was applied 
in many a metaphorical way. In his recently published “ History of Suffolk,” 
Dr. Raven says that it is still of common use in the county. Unsuccessful 
litigants were slumped. “ Slumped again !” says Palmer, in his “ Perlustration 
of Great Yarmouth,” “ was shouted derisively to one who had been a second 
time unsuccessful.” Forby explains it “to sink suddenly into deep mud or 
rotten ground,” and Moor cites “ I came in such a slump.” But, then, he 
never knew what a Throgmorton Street slump was like. — Westminster Gazette. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


881 


Consider the 


Change 



The change from hot to cold weather is here. 
The skin has ceased its great activity, and the 
internal organs are doing extra work. This 
change is a trying one, and often results in 
coughs, weak lungs, and general debility. To 
prevent these — change your food. You now 
need a fat that will produce heat and force; 
some remedy that will tone up the nervous 
system. 



of Cod-liver Oil with Hypophosphites, is what 
your system demands. You have just the 
food to produce heat and precisely the remedy 
to give nerve force. Taken now, it is a pre- 
ventive, You can depend upon it to carry you 
safely through the sudden changes of winter. 
Book telling about it, free. Two sizes, 50 
cents and $1,00, 

SCOTT & BOWNE, Mfg. Chemists, New York 


Yol. LVIIL— 56 



882 


CURRENT NOTES. 


Mississippians are called “Tadpoles,” the ancient heraldic device of 
France being “ three toads erect saltant.” 

Tobacco Monopolies. — A monarch of such remarkable idiosyncrasy as 
was King James, as displayed in his creation of a new and lucrative business 
for the sale of distinguished titles and high offices of state, where he himself 
possessed the sole monopoly, would naturally see his way to a further stroke of 
“ good business” in the tobacco market. Accordingly, we are not surprised to 
learn that, viewing with a jealous eye the flourishing state of the new industry, 
the idea occurred to him or his ministers that the state coffers might be re- 
plenished by taking a still deeper interest in the weed. Hence the issue of a 
royal proclamation to his loving subjects that they were forbidden to deal in 
tobacco unless they purchased royal letters patent granting them a license to 
do so. These could only be procured, on payment of a yearly sum, from the 
persons who farmed from the king the right to enforce and collect the tax. In 
the “ Stafford Letters,” compiled by Gerrard, relating to the collection of the 
new tax, it is stated that “ some towns have yielded twenty marks, £10, £5, £6, 
fine, and rent; none goes under. I hear that Plymouth hath yielded £100 and 
as much yearly rent . . . The tobacco licenses go on apace; they yield a good 
fine, and a constant yearly rent. . . .” 

In some instances a life lease to deal in tobacco was granted on payment 
of a lump sum. As to the king’s method of dealing with state affairs of the 
kind, let Sir Anthony Weldon speak from personal knowledge. He says of the 
king that “ he was so crafty and cunning in petty things, as the circumventing 
any great man. He had a trick of cousen (cozen) himself with bargains under 
hand, by taking £1,000 or £10,000 pounds as a bribe, when (at the same time) 
his counsel was treating with his customers to raise them to so much more yearly ; 
this went into his privy purse ; wherein he thought he had overreached the 
lords, but consented himself ; but would as easily break the bargain upon the 
next offer, saying he was mistaken and deceived, and therefore no reason he 
should keep the bargain. This was often the case with the Farmers of the 
Customs.” 

There is a document in the State archives which throws a curious side-light 
on the king’s ideas of statecraft. The settlers in Guiana had become tobacco- 
planters, and required a trade-charter with this country. A charter was granted 
them, in which a clause was inserted to the effect that one-tenth of the tobacco 
grown there should go to the king. Thus, in a roundabout way, the king be- 
came a tobacco-merchant. — Gentleman’ s Magazine . 

He let her have her Way. — It was when the cable-cars were new, and 
she was of the resolute, not-to-be-trampled-upon type. She rose to leave the car, 
and stood lurching in the door-way, while the men on the platform squeezed 
together on one side to permit her egress. She glanced at them with unfavoring 
eyes. “ I wish to get out on that side,” she said to the conductor, indicating 
the side where the men were Middled. 

“ Can’t do it, lady,” said he, with the brevity of his calling. 

“ But I insist,” she cried, looking at his number, “ upon leaving the car on 
the side most convenient to me. You will ask those men to move.” 

“You hear what the lady says,” said the conductor. “Move over to the 
other side, and let her climb over the gate.” — New York Journal. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


883 



THE ART OF BREWING WAS 
DEVELOPED BY THE GERMANS 


HOW HUNGRY 
YOU GET 

after an evening of conversation, 
dancing, reciting, lecturing, acting 
or singing. The use of the voice for 
an hour or two under any kind of 
excitement, pleasurable or other- 
wise, causes a hollow, sinking faint- 
ness of the stomach, which is simply 
Dangerous to Go to 
Bed With. 

Usually there is no opportunity 
for a lunch! 

But if in your room you have a 
bottle of the liquid lunch, 

PABST MALT EXTRACT, 
THE “BEST” TONIC, 
you will have food, drink, stimu- 
lant and nourishment. 

Satisfying, sustaining, soothing 
the whole system, and giving 
REFRESHING SLEEP. 

“I have never used anything which 
has shown better results, and its val- 
ue has been proved in my own case.” 
Julia H. I,ombard, M. d. 

New York, N. Y. 


MILWAUKEE DEER 15 FAMOUS 
PABST MAS MADE IT SO 






884 


CURRENT NOTES. 


Good Substitute. — Miss Sarah Thorne tells a good story of how, when 
she was playing in “ The Colleen Bawn” at a country theatre, the gun loaded 
with powder to shoot Danny Mann was missing from the wing just before it 
was required, and could not be found. At the last instant one of the actors, 
eating from a paper bag, emptied out the biscuits, blew out the bag, and, bursting 
it with a sudden blow, Danny rolled over into the water, “ killed” by the report 
of a paper bag as effectually as he would have been by powder from a real 
gun. 


The Prince Imperial. — Archibald Forbes, in his “ Memories on War and 
Peace,” says that the prince imperial, the son of Napoleon III., “ took back” 
to his Spanish ancestry ; that he had all the pride, the melancholy, the ardor to 
shine, the courage bordering on recklessness, of a true grandee of Spain. 

How perfect his self-restraint could be is easily seen from an incident of 
the time of his studying at the government school in Woolwich, England. He 
one day heard that a Frenchman was visiting the academy, and sent out to say 
that he should be glad to see his countryman. The person, who happened to 
be a bitter anti-imperialist, was presented, and the prince asked from what part 
of France he came. 

The visitor looked the youth straight in the face with a sarcastic smile, 
uttered the word “ Sedan,” and grinningly awaited the effect of his brutality. 

The prince flushed, and his eye kindled. Then he controlled himself, and, 
quietly remarking, “ That is a very pretty part of France,” he closed the inter- 
view with a bow. 

His dignity and self-control were finely manifested when, a lad not yet 
seventeen, he followed his father’s coffin, as chief mourner, along the path lined 
by thousands of French sympathizers, and his demeanor was said to be truly 
royal when, later on in that trying day, the masses of French artisans hailed 
him with shouts of “ Vive Napoleon IV !” He stopped. 

“My friends,” said he, “I thank you, but your emperor is dead. Let us 
join in the cry of ‘ Vive la France F ” 

Then he bared his head and led off the cheering. 

I have somewhere seen it observed that we should make the same use of a 
book that the bee does of a flower : she steals sweets from it, but does not injure 
it. — C olton. 

Charging a Bear with Bayonets. — Russian soldiers in Siberia are not 
only encouraged to exercise their martial ardor on big game, but are actually 
led out in squads to take part in the hunt. On a recent occasion a local police 
inspector joined in the hunt, and got two of the soldier beaters to act as his 
body-guard. When the bear came merrily romping toward him over the snow, 
the inspector got flurried, missed with both barrels, flung down his gun, and 
buried his head in the snow, seeking to burrow out of sight. The bear came 
on in a great fury. Two of the soldiers waited till he came to close quarters, 
and turned him back with a volley. They then charged with fixed bayonets 
and finished him off in true military style. They have been rewarded for their 
presence of mind in saving the life of the guardian of the peace by having 
their photographs hung in their head-quarters and being each presented with one 
ruble . — London Globe. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


885 







PearuheI 

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<Vt*TlOII >V 

sK 


TXE CRIAT INVENTION 



A-head of 

Pearline ? 

Never ! Not a bit of it ! 
That is out of the ques- 
tion. Not one of the many 
washing-powders that 
^ have been made to 
imitate Pearline claim to excel 
it in any way. All they ask is 
to be considered “the same as ” or “just as 
good as ” Pearline. m 




piNANCIAL PANICS DISCLOSE 
1 MANY THINGS OF INTEREST TO 
THE STUDENT OF ECONOMICS. 

One thing over and over again has been so established that no one gainsays it : 
the investments of life insurance companies are vastly superior to the securities or 
holdings of other financial institutions. Amidst the wreck of banks, railroads, 
and large financial and industrial institutions, not the faintest doubt of solvency 
attaches to any of the old line Life Insurance Companies. There are reasons for 
it. The effect to which we direct attention is this : while many stocks and bonds 
have largely depreciated, and others have wholly lost their value, the character 
of life insurance investments is such that 

A POLICY IS STILL 
WORTH ONE HUNDRED CENTS 
ON THE DOLLAR. 

Policies issued by the PENN MUTUAL LIFE are adapted to meet every contin- 
gency, and may be obtained at low cost through the operation of the mutual system. 
You may learn what you wish (no obligation imposed) by addressing the 

Penn Mutual Life, 

921-923-925 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia. 


886 


CURRENT NOTES. 


On their Guard. — Hax. — “ I always shake hands with Skinner to keep 
him from picking my pockets.” 

Jax. — “ So do I, and I always count my fingers afterward.” — Philadelphia 
Record. 

An Artistic Shopper. — Careless students of commercial transactions are 
rashly apt to infer that all the business talent lies on one side, — that of the 
salesman, — but the initiated know that a very deep game is often played by the 
purchaser. In a furniture-store two young women were inspecting dressing- 
tables. 

“Oh, there it is!” exclaimed the brunette, with enthusiasm, hastening 
towards a pretty little oak table standing near. 

“ ’Sh !” said the blonde. “ You haven’t any sense at all. Have you any 
dressing-tables in oak?” she asked of the approaching salesman. 

“ We have only this oak table left,” he politely answered. 

“ It is awfully low,” she commented, “ and I don’t like the color of the 
wood.” 

The brunette girl looked troubled. 

“ Open the drawer,” dictated the blonde. “ Oh, that’s a dreadfully small 
drawer; it won’t hold anything. What’s the price of this table?” 

“ Ten dollars,” the salesman answered. 

“ Ten dollars ! Dear me ! Why, Isabel, we saw prettier ones than this for 
eight. It hasn’t a very good polish, either. Haven’t you any others at all? 
This is so low ; and that drawer is so small.” 

The brunette looked more troubled. 

“This is the last one we have in oak,” the man again said. 

“ Haven’t you any with differently shaped legs ?” she asked. 

“This is the only one. As it is the last one, I’ll see if I can let you have 
it at eight dollars.” 

The salesman walked off, and the blonde turned to the brunette and said, 
“Goosey, cheer up. Isn’t it a beauty? Just look at those lovely legs — and 
only eight dollars. You’re a lucky girl.” — Louisville Courier -Journal. 

Soft Foods. — Habitually eating soft foods, even soft bread, to the exclu- 
sion of everything that is hard or crusty, is not only weakening to the digestive 
organs, but it leads to rapid decay of the teeth. When these are not used in 
the mastication of harder foods, the teeth become covered with tartar and some- 
times loosen in their sockets, or the gums will bleed.— Aw York World. 

Uniform Cotton-Bale. — For the last year, or even longer, there has 
been an effort on foot in Texas and in other cotton-bearing States to secure a 
uniform bale of cotton. The advantages in having all the cotton of the South 
pressed into uniform-sized bales are many, and railroad people have long sought 
to bring some kind of influence to bear that would secure the desired result. 
But, on account of a large percentage of the press owners being put to more or 
less expense in changing their presses, no great headway has been made up to 
the beginning of last season. But since last season there has been a great deal 
of mission work done in this direction, and the outlook now is very favorable 
for the next season’s bales proving of a more uniform size. — New Orleans 
Picayune. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


887 


The Real Estate Trust Company 

OF PHILADELPHIA, 

No. 13-40 Chestnut Street. 

CAPITAL (FULL PAID) $500,000. 

Solicits current Deposit Accounts from Individuals, Associations, Religious Organ- 
izations, Charitable Institutions, etc., allowing interest on daily balances. Receives 
for Safe-keeping Securities, Silver, and other Valuables ; Rents Safe Deposit Boxes in 
Burglar-proof Vaults. 

Transacts a general Real Estate Business, acting as Agent or Attorney for buying, 
holding, leasing, and selling Property in the City of Philadelphia and its vicinity ; 
negotiates Mortgages, and places Ground Rents ; collects Rents, and takes general 
charge and management of property. 

Receives and executes Trusts of any description under the appointment of Courts, 
Corporations, and Individuals ; acts solely, or in connection with Individuals, if de- 
sired, as Trustee, Guardian, Executor, Administrator, Assignee, Receiver, Attorney, 
etc., and becomes Surety for persons acting in such capacities. 

FRANK K. HIPPtiE, WILLIAM R. PHILLER, WILLIAM F. NORTH, 

President. Secretary. Treasurer. 

GEORGE JUNKIN, THOMAS B. PROSSER, 

Solicitor. Real Estate Officer. 


PROVIDENT LIFE AND TRUST CO. 

OF PHILADELPHIA. 

Attention is directed to the new Instalment- Annuity Policy of the Provident, 
which provides a fixed income for twenty years, and for the continuance of the 
income to the widow for the balance of her life, if she should survive the instal- 
ment period of twenty years. 

In everything which makes Life Insurance perfectly safe and moderate in cost, and 
in liberality to policy-holders, the Provident is unsurpassed. 


Consumption Cured. — An old physician, retired from practice, had placed 
in his hands by an East India missionary the formula of a simple vegetable 
remedy for the speedy and permanent cure of Consumption, Bronchitis, Catarrh, 
Asthma, and all throat and lung affections, also a positive and radical cure 
for nervous debility and all nervous complaints. Having tested its wonderful 
curative powers in thousands of cases, and desiring to relieve human suffering, 
I will send free of charge, to all who wish it, this recipe, in German, French, or 
English, with full directions for preparing and using. Sent by mail, by ad- 
dressing, with stamp, naming this paper, W. A. Noyes, 820 Powers’ Block, 
Rochester, New York. 


888 


CURRENT NOTES. 


A Little Farm Well Tilled. — It’s the big farmer, not the big farm, 
that tells. A man in Sweden, Oxford County, supports a family of five and lays 
up money on a patch of eighteen acres, and, while he keeps four Jersey cows 
and a pair of horses, he raises hay to sell. — Lewiston (Maine) Journal. 

Lesson Learned at Home. — “ What do you expect to bring forward in 
this Congress ?” said one new member to another. 

“ Absolutely nothing,” was the reply. 

“ But are you not going to try to write your name on the immortal scroll 
of fame? Don’t you realize that you were sent here by your constituents to 
see to it that these other fellows don’t let the ship of state drift on to a sand- 
bar?” 

“ My dear friend, I don’t bother myself with reflections of that kind. My 
wife, who is a discerning and practical woman, once made a remark to me 
during house-cleaning time which has assisted me on many occasions.” 

“ What was it?” 

“She said that next to a genuine hero the man to be most admired is one 
who knows how not to get in the way.” — Washington Star. 

The Refinement of Cruelty. — The luxury and refinement which em- 
phasized the unnatural cruelty of the Roman Empire find their counterpart 
in the chronicles of the Mamluks, and Nero fiddling over burning Rome 
would have passed unnoticed among the crowd of dilettante slave kings, who 
united charming tastes with execrable morals. A great vizier, after governing 
Egypt for ten years, during the nominal sovereign’s minority, had at last to 
make way for his master. The young Sultan, An-Nasir, was now to take up 
the reins of power himself. The vizier Salar received him with high festivities 
and princely gifts. The vizier was trapped, cast into prison, and there starved 
under circumstances of exasperating barbarity. Trays were sent him loaded 
with costly dishes, such as one may see to-day in the British Museum, richly 
incrusted with arabesques and inscriptions, in silver and gold inlay of the most 
exquisite workmanship. When the famished prisoner uncovered them he found 
no food ; one bowl was full of gold, another of pearls, a third of precious stones. 
He gnawed his own palms and bit off his fingers in the pangs of hunger, and 
so died. It is a scene that would have delighted Caligula. — Saturday Review. 

Distressing. — Genial old Izaak Walton himself had not a keener fisher- 
man’s instinct than was possessed by old Zimri Skillings, who flourished in a 
Western State a good many years ago. 

One day Zimri took his rod and line and “ wums,” as he called them, and 
started off for a four days’ fishing-trip. 

He had been gone but one day when his poor old wife died unexpectedly, 
and a neighbor hastened off in pursuit of Zimri. 

He was found silently but profoundly happy, with his line cast in the 
Cinnamon River. He turned pale and was at first speechless when told of his 
loss. 

“ It’s too bad, Zimri,” said the sympathetic neighbor, whereupon Zimri 
found voice enough to say, — 

“ Wall, I sh’d say so, with the pick’rel bitin’ ez I ’ain’t seen ’em bite fer a 
year !” And he gulped down another sob. — Detroit Free Press. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


889 


Letters from the People. 


I wish to praise Dobbins’ Electric Soap very highly, and 
say it was through my mother, manager of Bethesda 
Home, 78 Vernon Street, of this city, that I first used this 
wonderful soap, and, as a labor-saving and clothes-saving 
soap, I consider it the best on the market, as I have tried 
them all, and none of them will do the work that Dobbins’ 
Electric Soap will. I recommend Dobbins’ Electric Soap 
to all my friends and acquaintances as 1 have the oppor- 
tunity, and give it all the praise I can. I use a great deal 
of it, as I wash my baby’s clothes myself, and give it to 
my washerwoman to wash the family clothes with. 

Mrs. Geo. J. English, 

86 Charles St., Springfield, Mass. 

Constantly since 1877 I have used Dobbins’ Electric 
Soap, and, though I have tried many other kinds, I have 
never found any that gave me such satisfaction as Dobbins’ 
Electric. I send you 300 wrappers for fifteen volumes of 
your Sunset Series of books. 

MRS. F. J. Boyden, Leominster , Mass. | 


I do not care to use any soap but Dobbins’ “ Electric.” 
I am very glad that I am able to get it. It is the cheapest 
in the end. Mrs. P. A. Nebanus, Chicago , III. 

I, having used Dobbins’ Electric Soap for the past 
twenty-five years, wish to say that I prefer it to any other. 
It certainly is a wonderful soap. It will do more and 
better work than any other soap I have ever tried. I have 
sent wrappers to Dobbins’ Soap Mfg. Co., Philadelphia, 
for some of their beautiful premiums. 

Mrs. N. P. Holmes, Box 156, Provincetown , Mass. 

I have forwarded you to-day 60 Dobbins’ Electric Soap 
wrappers, and wish in return the picture you send out for 
that number. You make the best laundry soap made. I 
have used many different brands, but yours is the best. I 
use it in the bath as well. I always keep a supply on 
hand, as it gets dry and hard, and lasts just thrice as long 
as the cheap, common trash called soap. 

Mrs. E. B. Johnson, Nahant, Mass. 


Ask your Grocer for Dobbins’ Electric Soap . Thirty years’ 

sale and reputation as the best and most economical Soap in the 
world. 

DOBBINS SOAP MFG. CO., PHILADELPHIA. 



THE BEST TOILET LUXURY AS A DENTIFRICE IN 
THE WORLD. 

TO CLEANSE AND WHITEN THE TEETH, 

TO REMOVE TARTAR FROM THE TEETH, 

TO SWEETEN THE BREATH AND PRESERVE THE 
TEETH, 

TO MAKE THE GUMS HARD AND HEALTHY, 


USE BROWN’S CAMPHORATED SAPONACEOUS DENTIFRICE. 

Price, Twenty=Five Cents a Jar. For Sale by all Druggists. 


Laughing Babies are loved by everybody. Those raised on the Gail 
Borden Eagle Brand Condensed Milk are comparatively free from sickness. 
Infant Health is a valuable pamphlet for mothers. Send your address for a copy 
to the New York Condensed Milk Company, New York. 


890 


CURRENT NOTES. 


A Suggestion. — Mrs. Spendem (trying on a new bonnet). — “Dear me, 
how small the bonnets are this season ! This doesn’t suit my face at all. It’s 
such a little thing !” 

Mr. Spendem (examining paper).— “ Better wear the bill. That seems big 
enough .” — London Fun. 

English Railroad Tickets. — Last year there were issued in the United 
Kingdom considerably over 911,000,000 of railway-tickets, exclusive of season- 
tickets and workmen’s weekly tickets. It is not easy to realize such a number. 
Roughly speaking, if they had to be conveyed, say, from London to Edinburgh 
in a mass, it would require one hundred railway trucks, each carrying ten tons. 
If they were stacked one upon another in a single column, the pile would be 
nearly five hundred miles high ; and if they were laid end to end in a line, it 
would exceed the length of the equator by about one-third. But no computa- 
tions of this kind can convey anything like so impressive an idea of the magni- 
tude of the yearly issue of railway-tickets as can be gained by a stroll through 
one or two of the establishments in which they are manufactured. 

Up till a few years ago, the bulk of our railway-tickets came from private 
factories in London and Manchester. Latterly, the larger railways have been 
setting up establishments of their own for printing their tickets, which, however, 
they still buy from outside workers in the form of “ blanks.” It might reason- 
ably be expected that where the numbers required are so vast, the printing would 
be done in large sheets, to be afterwards cut up into tickets. This, however, is 
not the way it is done. Pasteboard is specially made for the purpose, but it is 
sliced up into “ blank” tickets, each to be printed and numbered one by one 
afterwards. — Chambers’s Journal. 

Cat’s Foster-Family of Coyotes. — Lon Richards and Jack Hill, who 
were out to Indian Creek last week, say that at Obe Corder’s they witnessed 
the novel sight of two old mother cats nursing four young coyotes. The coyotes 
were only two or three days old when captured, about three weeks ago. About 
that time the old cats had lost their families of kittens, and, being curious to 
know what the felines would do, the coyotes were placed with them. The cats 
at once took up with the little howlers, and fondled them as they would their 
own offspring, and the coyotes were likewise satisfied with their foster-mothers. 
At first, not being pleased with the bed fixed for them in the barn, the cats 
carried their adopted kittens to the house several times. They defend their 
unnatural family, upon the approach of a dog, with all the fuss and fury char- 
acteristic of the cat tribe . — Mountain Home Republican. 

War’s Brutality. — In modern warfare the destruction of churches and 
cathedrals as well as of libraries and public buildings has been very common. 
During the devastation of the Palatinate by the French all cathedrals and 
churches were ruthlessly plundered and destroyed, even the tombs of the em- 
perors at Speyer being pillaged and demolished. In 1814 our Capitol at Wash- 
ington, the President’s house, and other public buildings were burned by the 
British. According to Edwards’s “ Germans in France,” at the bombardment 
of Strasburg by the Germans not only did they purposely direct their fire on 
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D. G. Edwards, Passenger Traffic Manager, C. H. & D. Ry., Cincinnati, Ohio. 

The Towns were Rivals. — “Interested in a trolley company ?” asked a 
stranger in a little interior town of a man who had been expatiating upon its 
merits. 

“ Not a cent’s worth,” replied the advocate of the overhead wire. 

“ Live here?” asked the stranger next. 

“Not on your life. I wouldn’t live here if you would give me the whole 
town.” 

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tance, and then drew the stranger up in the shadow of a building. 

“ I’ll tell you how it is, if you’ll keep mum,” he said. 

The stranger promised. 

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its mind that the only hope is in killing off some of the people here. That’s why 
I’m trying to introduce the trolley. See?” — Chicago Post. 

Queer Love-Making. — There is a bird in South America that makes 
love with its feet. It is a handsome creature, but walks clumsily, and the only 
sound it can utter is a hoarse cluck. It dances, however, in a way that wins 
admiration from the females of its species, though its antics only serve as an in- 
centive to laughter to human beings who see them. 

This bird, known as the cock of the rock, lives in the northern mountainous 
portion of South America. It is about the size of a large chicken. 

The entire bird, body, head, wings, and tail, is blood-red in color, with the 
exception of the tail-feathers, which have a narrow band of brown across them 
near the ends, which are tipped with buff. On the head is a crest of feathers 
like a great red ball, which contracts or expands at the pleasure of its owner. 

When the mating season comes, seven to ten males seek some secluded 
spot, where there is a level patch of ground, and clear it of any sticks, stones, 
or leaves, stamping down the dirt till it is hard and level. 

Then they call the females, who stand at the edges of this novel arena. 
One at a time the males then perform a most curious dance. Each dancer will 
first strut up and down a few times, and then, to the apparent delight of the 
rest, commence to caper around in an extremely ludicrous manner, spreading 
his tail and wings, puffing up his crest, bowing to the others, and at the same 
time keeping up a hopping gait until he is exhausted. 

When all the males have danced, each female will choose a mate, and the 
happy pairs depart to begin housekeeping. — New York Journal. 

In the Light of Experience. — Nodd. — “ Before we were married, when 
we went into a restaurant it used to take my wife about an hour to decide on 
what she wanted.” 

Todd. — “Doesn’t it now?” 

“ No, sir. I never let her see a bill of fare.” — Detroit Free Press. 


LIPPINCOTT’S 


MONTHLY ]\/[ AGAZINE * 


POPULAR JOURNAL 


GENERAL LITERATURE, SCIENCE, AND POLITICS. 


VOL. LVIIL— JULY TO DECEMBER, 1896. 


PHILADELPHIA : 

J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY. 


1896 . 


Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Lippincott Company. 


Printed by J. B. Lippincott Company, Philadelphia, U.S.A. 


CONTENTS, 


Anagrams . 

Ancestors, Modern, and Armorial Bearings . 

Before the Dawn 

Blessed Bees, The 

Bread, Condiments, and Fruits 

Bullwinkle 

Chase of an Heiress, The (A Novel) . . . . 

Clubs, Some Odd 

“ Company” 

Crown Prince of Rexania, The (A Novel) . . 
Decadence of Modern Russian Literature . . 

Devil’s One Good Deed, The 

Editor’s Incubus, The 

England’s Indian Army 

English Traits, Some 

Evolution of the Poster, The 

Fashions in Names 

Federation of Australia, The 

“ Fiatism,” The Natural History of , . . . . 

Flirtation as a Fine Art 

Florida Snakes 

Fond of One’s Thoughts, On being 

Golden-Rod and Asters 

Great K. & A. Train Robbery, The (A Novel) 

Hard Answer, A 

Heraldry in America 

Heroines, Past and Present 

How Hawkins was Regulated ....... 

How Timmy Saved the Piece 

Humanity's Missing Link . . 

Immigration Evils 

International Exhibitions, Advantages of . . 

Interrupted Current, An (A Novel) 

“ Jim Bowers’s Hoss” 

Journalism that Pays 

Judicial Error, A (A Novel) 

Land of Taffy, The 

Land of the Five Tribes, The 

Last Resort in Art, The 

Local Newspaper, How to Conduct a . - . . 

Local Patriotism, The Need of 

Louisa County, In 

Marital Liability, A (A Novel) 

Medical Student, The Life of a 


Arthur lnkersley 

Adriaan Schade van Westrum 
Elizabeth Knowlton Carter 
James Knapp Reeve .... 
Calvin Dill Wilson .... 

Eliza Gold 

Christian Reid 

George H. Westley 

Charles C. Abbott 

Edward S. Van Zile .... 

A Russian 

Evan R. Chesterman .... 

Irving Allen 

D. C. Macdonald 

Alvan F. Sanborn 

Agnes Carr Sage 

William Ward Crane . . . 

Owen Hall 

Fred. Perry Powers 

Jean Wright 

R. G. Robinson 

John Sheridan Zelie .... 

Neith Boyce 

Paul Leicester Ford .... 

Alice MacGowan 

Eugene Zieber 

Nina R. Allen 

Henry A. Parker 

Livingston B. Morse . . . 

Harvey B. Bashore 

Rhoda Gale 

Theodore Stanton 

Howard M. Yost 

Sydney Reid 

Le Roy Armstrong 

Marion Manville Pope . . . 

j D. C. Macdonald 

Allan Hendricks 

Ellen Olney Kirk 

John A. Cockerill 

William Cranston Lawton . . 
Clarinda Pendleton Lamar . 
Elizabeth Phipps Train . . . 
A. L. Benedict 


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CONTENTS. 


Narrow Escape, A 

Old Story, An 

Old Virginia Fox-Hunt, An 

Painting of Apelles, A ■ . . - 

Pennsylvania and her Public Men 

Quays of Paris, The 

Rector’s Gamecock, The 

Rural Experiences, My 

Russian Girls and Boys at School 

Shakespeare’s Old Saws 

Shutting Out the Sea 

Silver-Mine, Our First 

Simon Smith 

Sixth Sense, The 

Southern Ideal, The 

Summer on the Gulf Coast, A 

Tiger-Hunt in Borneo, A 

Twenty-Dollar Bill, A 

Two Old Boys . . . 

Two Sides 

Whipping of Uncle Henry, The 

Wind, The : an Impression 

With the Trade 

Woman Question, The, in the Middle Ages . . 
** Yankee Doodle” 

Poetry : 

An Aeolian Harp 

An Open Secret 

And Then 

Ante Mortem 

A Poet’s Epitaph 

Beyond? 

Deferred 

Dew 

Fame 

In Platte Canon 

In the Night 

Life’s Song 

Love’s Interpreters 

Love’s Way 

Maidenhair Fern 

Mary Stuart 

Might I Return 

Pollen 

Thanksgiving 

The Druid 

Universal Silence 


PAGE 

George Montbcird 243 

Jean Wright 135 

David Bruce Fitzgerald 824 

Wolf von Schierbrand 426 

Sydney G. Fisher 114 

Alvan F. Sanborn 551 

Gillam W. Ford 127 

Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen 121 

Isabel F. Hapgood 519 

William Cecil Elam 567 

George Ethelbert Walsh 805 

George J. Varney 845 

William R. Mackay 696 

James Weir, Jr 687 

Annie Steger Winston 132 

Francis Lynde 208 

Jean Theodore van Gestel 382 

Algernon Tassin 108 

Pauline Shackleford Colyar 815 

Frederic M. Bird 713 

Will N. Harben 828 

William Potts 690 

140 

Emily Baily Stone 281 

Caroline T. Bansemer 138 

Edith M. Thomas 217 

Emma C. Dowd 819 

John Leighton Best 564 

Clarence Urmy 236 

Clarence XJrmy 532 

Arthur D. F. Randolph 844 

Celia A. Hayivard 518 

Charles G. D. Roberts 695 

Elizabeth Crooks 838 

Mary E. Stickney 422 

Robert Gilbert Welsh 388 

Carrie Blake Morgan 686 

Ella Gilbert Ives 676 

Margaret Gilman George 120 

Clinton Scollard 399 

Jenny Terrill Ruprecht . . 131 

Florence Earle Coates 113 

Grace F. Pennypncker 137 

Grace F. Pennypacker 823 

John B. Tabb 274 

Arthur W. Atkinson 280 


LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE 

... 1897 ... 

Thirtieth Annual Announcement 


■ XPPINCOTT’S for 1897 will maintain the traits and 
g • l standards hitherto familiar to its many readers. It 
I * will continue to offer in each number, besides a 

clean and readable COMPLETE NOVEL, a large 
variety of fact and minor fiction, prose and verse, selected, with 
more reference to matter and style than to origin, from a vast 
mass of material on all subjects, by writers known and un- 
known. It will contain no serials to tantalize the mind ; each 
tale, and each issue, is complete. 


Novels may be expected from Amelie Rives, Julia Ma- 
gruder, Virna Woods, Mary Kyle Dallas, Captain Charles 
King, Clarence Herbert New, William T. Nichols, Henry 
Willard French, Joseph A. Altsheler, Duffield Osborne, and 
others ; papers on the Origin and Conduct of American Insti- 
tutions, by Sydney G. Fisher and Fred Perry Powers; on 
Florida, by R. G. Robinson; on Marriage in the Middle Ages, 
by Emily B. Stone; on Russian Theatres, by Isabel F. Hap- 
good ; on Irrigation, by Albert G. Evans; on Southern In- 
dustries, by Frances Albert Doughty ; and short stories or 
articles by Kate Jordan, Edith Brower, Imogen Clark, Virginia 
Woodward Cloud, Clarinda P. Lamar, Mary E. Stickney, Matt 
Crim, Alice MacGowan, Annie Nathan Meyer, Jean Wright, 
Alice Morse Earle, Agnes Carr Sage, Will N. Harben, Owen 
Hall, Francis Lynde, William Cecil Elam, Dr. Charles C. 
Abbott, Dr. A. L. Benedict, Allan Hendricks, William T. 
Larned, Lyman H. Weeks, Henry Oldys, and many others. 



Some Contributors in 1896* 


Abbott, Charles C. 
Alexander, Mrs. 

Allen, Irving 
Allen, Nina R. 

Armstrong, Le Roy 
Atkinson, Arthur W. 
Bashore, Harvey B. 

Baylor, Frances Courtenay 
Benedict, A. L. 

Benham, Ida Whipple 
Best, John Leighton 
Best, Susie M. 

Bird, Frederic M. 

Boyce, Neith 

Boyesen, Hjalmar Hjorth 
Bradley, Mary 
Brower, Edith 
Burton, Richard 
Carter, Elizabeth K. 
Cawein, Madison 
Chesterman, Evan B. 
Coates, Florence Earle 
Cockerill, John B. 

Colyar, Pauline S. 

Crane, William Ward 
Crooks, Elizabeth 
Cutting, Mary L. 

Dickson, Edith 
Dowd, Emma C. 

Duvall, Ellen 
Elam, William Cecil 
Fisher, Sydney George 
Fitzgerald, David Bruce 
Ford, Gillam W. 

Ford, Paul Leicester 
Franklin, Nora C. 

Fuller, Edward 
Gale, Rhoda 

George, Margaret Gilman 
Gold, Eliza 
Hall, Owen 
Hapgood, Isabel F. 


¥ 

Harben, Will N. 

Hayward, Celia A. 
Hendricks, Allan 
Horton, Henry Irving 
Inkersley, Arthur 
Ives, Ella Gilbert 
Kelley, Mary E. J. 

Kirk, Ellen Olney 
Lamar, Clarinda Pendleton 
Larned, William Trowbridge 
Laughlin, Clara E. 

Lawton, William Cranston 
Lynde, Francis 
Macdonald, D. C. 
MacGowan, Alice 
Mackay, William R. 

McKee, Oliver 
Moffett, Cleveland 
Montbard, George 
Morgan, Carrie Blake 
Morse, Livingston B. 

Nelson, Dorothy E. 

New, Clarence Herbert 
Nichols, William T. 

Parker, Henry A. 
Pennypacker, Grace F. 
Perry, Carlotta 
Pope, Marion Manville 
Potts, William 
Powers, Fred Perry 
Pullen, Elizabeth 
Randolph, Arthur D. F. 
Reeve, James Knapp 
Reid, Christian 
Reid, Sydney 
Rhodes, Charles Dudley 
Richardson, Marjorie 
Roberts, Charles G. D. 
Robie, Clare E. 

Robinson, Charles 
Robinson, R. G. 

Sage, Agnes Carr 


Sanborn, Alvan F. 

Scollard, Clinton 
Seat, Elizabeth F. 

Spencer, Judith 
Stanton, Theodore 
Stewardson, John 
Stickney, H. C. 

Stickney, Mary E. 
Stoddard, Richard H. 
Stone, Emily Baily 
Sullivan, Louis H. 

Tabb, John B. 

Tassin, Algernon 
Thomas, Edith M. 
Thompson, Maurice 
Thompson, William 
Train, Elizabeth Phipps 
Urmy, Clarence 
Vachell, Horace A. 

Van Gestel, Jean T. 

Van Westrum, Adriaan S. 
Van Zile, Edward S. 
Varney, George J. 

Von Schierbrand, Wolf 
Walsh, George Ethelbert 
Walworth, Jeanette H. 
Weeks, Lyman H. 

Weir, James, Jr. 

Wells, Carolyn 
Welsh, Robert Gilbert 
Westley, George H. 
Wharton, Anne H. 
Wharton, Joseph 
Whitney, Hattie 
Wilson, Calvin Dill 
Wilson, Thomas H. 
Winston, Anne Steger 
Wistar, Isaac T. 

Wright, Jean 
Yost, Howard M. 

Zelie, John S. 

Zieber, Eugene 







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THE JANUARY NUMBER 


OF 

Lippincotts Magazine, 


...READY DECEMBER 22... 


WILL CONTAIN A COMPLETE NOVEL ENTITLED 



BY 


MARY KYLE DALLAS, 

Author of ‘''The Devil’s Anvil,” u Adrietta,” “The Freed Spirit,” etr. 


AND THE USUAL VARIETY OF 
STORIES, ESSAYS, POEMS, ETC. 

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The Chase of an Heiress . . . Christian Reid 
An Interrupted Current . . Howard M. Yost 
The Crown Prince of Rexania. 

Edward S. Yan Zile 
A Marital Liability. Elizabeth Phipps Train 
The Great “ K. & A.” Train-Robbery. 

Paul Leicester Ford 
A J udicial Error .... Marion Manville Pope 
Prom Clue to Climax .... Will N. Harben 
An Impending Sword. Horace AnnesleyVachell 

Flotsam Owen Hall 

A Whim and a Chance . . William T. Nichols 
Ground-Swells .... Jeannette H. Walworth 
Mrs. Crichton’s Creditor . . Mrs. Alexander 
The Old Silver Trail . . . Mary E. Stickney 
In Sight of the Goddess. Harriet Riddle Davis 
My Strange Patient . . . William T. Nichols 

A Case in Equity Francis Lynde 

Little Lady Lee . . . Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron 
A Social Highwayman. Elizabeth Phipps Train 
The Battle of Salamanca. Benito Perez Gald6s 
The Lady of Las Cruces . . . Christian Reid 
Alain of Halfdene . . . Anna Robeson Brown 
A Tame Surrender . . . Captain Charles King 
The Chapel of Ease . . . Harriet Riddle Davis 
The Waifs of Fighting Rocks. 

Charles Mcllvaine 

Mrs. Hallam’s Companion. 

Mrs. Mary J. Holmes 

Dora’s Defiance Lady Lindsay 

A Question of Courage . . . Francis Lynde 

Captain Molly Mary A. Denison 

Sweetheart Manette . . . Maurice Thompson 

Captain Close Captain Charles King 

The Wonder-Witch . . . . M. G. McClelland 
A Professional Beauty. Elizabeth Phipps Train 
The Flying Halcyon . . Richard Henry Savage 

A Desert Claim Mary E. Stickney 

The Picture of Las Cruces . . Christian Reid 

The Colonel Harry Willard French 

Sergeant Croesus .... Captain Charles King 
An Unsatisfactory Lover .... The Duchess 
The Hepburn Line . . . Mrs. Mary J. Holmes 
A Bachelor’s Bridal. . . . II. Lovett Cameron 
In the Midst of Alarms .... Robert Barr 
The Troublesome Lady . Patience Stapleton 
The Translation of a Savage. Gilbert Parker 

Mrs. Romney Rosa Nouchette Carey*'' 245. 

Columbus in Love . . George Alfred Townsend 
Waring’s Peril . . . Capt. Charles King, U.S.A. 

The First Flight . Julien Gordon 

A Pacific Encounter . . . Mary E. Stickney 
Pearce Amerson’s Will. 

Richard Malcolm Johnston 

More than 1 ; Kin Marion Harland 

The Kiss of Gold Kate Jordan 

The Doomswoman Gertrude Atherton 

The Martlet Seal. . . . Jeannette H. Walworth 

White Heron M. G. McClelland 

J ohn Gray (A Kentucky Tale of the Olden Time). 

James Lane Allen 
The Golden Fleece .... Julian Hawthorne 
But Men Must VTork . Rosa Nouchette Carey 
A Soldier’s Secret . Capt. Charles King, U.S.A. * 

Roy the Royalist William Westall 

The Passing of Major Kilgore 

Young E. Allison 


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A Fair Blockade-Breaker . . T. C. De Leon 
The Duke and the Commoner. 

Mrs. Poultney Bigelow 

Lady Patty The Duchess 

Carlotta’s Intended . . Ruth McEnery Stuart 
A Daughter’s Heart . Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron 
A Rose of a Hundred Leaves. Amelia E. Barr 
Gold of Pleasure . . . George Parsons Lathrop 

Vampires Julien Gordon 

Maiden’s Choosing . . . Mrs. Ellen Olney Kirk 
The Sound of a Voice . . Frederick S. Cozzens 

A Wave of Life Clyde Fitch 

The Light that Failed . . Rudyard Kipling 
An Army Portia . . Capt. Charles King, U.S.A. 
A Laggard in Love . Jeanie Gwynne Bettany 

A Marriage at Sea W. Clark Russell 

The Mark of the Beast. 

Katharine Pearson Woods 
What Gold Cannot Buy . . Mrs. Alexander 
The Picture of Dorian Gray . . Oscar Wilde 
Circumstantial Evidence . Mary E. Stickney 
A Sappho of Green Springs . . . Bret Ilarte 

A Cast for Fortune Christian Reid 

Two Soldiers .... Capt. Charles King, U.S.A. 
The Sign of the Four .... A Conan Doyle 
Millicent and Rosalind . . Julian Hawthorne 

All He Knew . . . . John Habberton 

A Belated Revenge. Dr. Robt. Montgomery Bird 

Creole and Puritan T. C. De Leon 

Solarion Edgar Fawcett 

An Invention of the Enemy. W. H. Babcock 
Ten Minutes to Twelve . M. G. McClelland 
A Dream of Conquest . . General Lloyd Brice 
A Chain of Errors .... Mrs. E. W. Latimer 
The Witness of the Sun . . . Amelie Rives 

Bella-Demonia Selina Dolaro 

A Transaction in Hearts .... Edgar Saltus 

Hale- Weston M. Elliot Seawell 

Earthlings Grace King 

Queen of Spades, and Autobiography. E. P. Roe 
Herod and Mariamne. 

A Tragedy Amelie Rives 

Mammon v Maude Howe 

The Yellow Snake Wm. Henry Bishop 

Beautiful Mrs. Thorndyke. 

Mrs. Poultney Bigelow 

The Old Adam . H. H. Boyesen 

The Quick or the Dead ? . . . Amelie Rives 
Honored in the Breach . . . Julia Magruder 
The Spell of Home. 

After the German of E. Werner. Mrs. A. L. Wister 
Check and Counter-Check. 

Brander Matthews and George H. Jessop 
The Terra-Cotta Bust . . Virginia W. Johnson 
Apple Seed and Brier Thorn. Louise Stockton 
The Red Mountain Mines. Lew Vanderpoole 

A Land of Love Sidney Luska 

At Anchor Julia Magruder 

The Whistling Buoy .... Charles Barnard 

Douglas Duane Edgar Fawcett 

Kenyon’s Wife Lucy C. Lillie 

A Self-Made Man M. G. McClelland 

Sinfire Julian Hawthorne 

Miss Defarge .... Frances Hodgson Burnett 
Brueton’s Bayou John Habberton 


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are the work of William Everett Cram, a bird-lover with 
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Illustrated. Crown 8vo. Cloth, $ 2.00 . 


are unique. 


BIRD=LAND 

ECHOES 

BY DR. CHARLES 
CONRAD ABBOTT 
ILLUSTRATED 


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Those who have enriched their 
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by becoming possessed of the 
series of nearly perfect volumes 
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GIL BLAS 

FOUR VOLUMES 

THE ARABIAN 
NIGHTS 

SIX VOLUMES 

ILLUSTRATED HOLIDAY 
EDITIONS 


ROBERT BURNS 

POEMS AND SONGS COMPLETE 
FOUR VOLUMES, ILLUSTRATED 


is to obtain them. The one 
sented contains the complete 
Burns, and these have rarely 
embodiment. The volumes 


It is always a consideration 
to students of literature to 
possess unabridged edi- 
tions of the poets, and it is 
surprising how difficult it 
in four volumes now pre- 
Poems and Songs of Robert 
appeared in a more fitting 
are handy, inviting, and 


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readable, the type is clear and well chosen, and the notes 
are full. Nor is this all, for the poems are chronologically 
arranged, and there are copious glossaries and an index by 
W. Scott Douglas, a very competent authority. There is 
further a careful and sympathetic Life of Burns, occupying 
the fourth volume, by Professor Nichol ; and, crowning 
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bOOkWOrm. Four volumes. Illustrated. i2mo. Cloth, 

$5.00; half calf or half morocco, $10.00. 

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Who has not heard of 
Rip Van Winkle and Cap- 
tain John Smith, of Gen- 
eral Putnam’s ride, and 
of Evangeline? We all 
know these stories, be- 
cause they are the current 
coin of tradition ; but 
there are a thousand other legends equally stirring or 
beautiful, and in this day of awakening to our own his- 
toric possessions, these delightful volumes of Mr. Skinner 
come with extraordinary fitness to enlighten Americans 
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has collected for years with unfailing industry the local 
legends which have risen out of each epoch of the coun- 
try’s growth, and he has gathered them into the two 
enduring and artistic volumes, Myths and Legends of Our 
Own Land , where they will serve to divert the reader or 
to provide the writer with abundant incident and plot for 
such native tales as are now most acceptable to the intelli- 
gent public. The Indian legends naturally precede those 
of the Colonies, and both are surprisingly abundant and 
rich in folk-lore. The newer West is not without its 
myths, and these, too, are faithfully garnered and collated. 
Thus we have legends of The Hudson and its Hills, The 
Isle of Manhattoes and Nearby, On and Near the Delaware, 
Of Puritan Land, — very copious and interesting as show- 
ing the origin of many tales by Eastern authors ; of the 

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MYTHS AND 
LEGENDS OF OUR 
OWN LAND 

BY CHARLES M. SKINNER 
TWO VOLUMES, ILLUSTRATED 


FROM “MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF OUR OWN LAND 



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South, The Central States and Great Lakes, Along the 
Rocky Range, On the Pacific Slope, Of Buried Riches, 
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The extraordinary pop- 
ularity of Dr. Theodore 
Wolfe’s two books of 
last year, Literary 
% Shrines, the haunts of 
some famous American 
authors, and A Literary 
Pilgrimage among the 
haunts of famous British 
authors, has compelled 
for the present holiday season new editions of a more elabo- 
rate character than the first issues. Though we contend 
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utility, of the earlier volumes, — which may still be had, — 
it must be acknowledged that the present Edition de Luxe 
has added a new lustre. It is a large-paper limited edition, 
printed on Dutch hand-made paper, with deckle edges and 
gilt top, and contains fourteen full-page illustrations in 
photogravure on India paper to each volume. These 
have been selected by Dr. Wolfe with his usual rare dis- 
crimination and taste, and represent little-known places 
associated with the great authors of whom he treats. 
Some of the plates are used with the special permission of 
the authors, thus indicating the almost official character 
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Two volumes. Extra Illustrated. 8vo. Buck- 
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LITERARY SHRINES 

A LITERARY 
PILGRIMAGE 

LIMITED EDITION DE LUXE 

BY DR. THEODORE WOLFE 

TWO VOLUMES, EXTRA 
ILLUSTRATIONS 


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ANNALS OF MUSIC 
IN PHILADELPHIA 

AND HISTORY OF THE 
MUSICAL FUND SOCIETY 

BY LOUIS C. MADEIRA 
EDITED BY PHILIP H. GOEPP 
ILLUSTRATED 


If any proof were 
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which bears stout wit- 
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has been made with 
loving care by its la- 
mented compiler, 
Louis C. Madeira, and its editor, Philip H. Goepp, and not 
only is diverting in the reminiscent chapters on old-time 
Philadelphia, its tastes in music, the ups and downs of its 
music clubs, and the final foundation of the Musical Fund 
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annals that were ill lost from the intellectual belongings 
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pictures, the latter consisting of delicate photogravures of 
the famous singers who have sung in the Hall, with a 
fine view of the structure itself, — will make a strong 
appeal to all who love music and are lucky enough to 
secure one of the six hundred and twenty copies to which 

the edition is limited. Illustrated. Crown 8 vo. Cloth, $2.00, net. 


CHARLES GOUNOD With the growth 

AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY, TRANSLATED We become 

more receptive 01 

BY HON. W. HELY HUTCHINSON the subt l er arts, and 

it is a good sign for 
America that music is taking a more vital place in its life. 
No single figure in modern music stands for purer and 
nobler things than Charles Gounod. His best-known 
opera, Faust, has not only made Goethe’s masterwork 
universally known, but has served to bring elevated music 
into the ken of the humblest opera-goer. Now we have 
his life, written by himself, with letters to famous friends 
and several papers prepared for periodicals. The career 
of this inspired artist is a fine lesson to every mind. 
Gounod took the Prix de Rome, and lived three joyous 
years in the Eternal City. There, as well as in Germany, 


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he made lasting friendships with men and women of 
genius who move in the charming atmosphere of the 
autobiography. The translation has been made by Hon. 
W. Hely Hutchinson, with a sympathetic regard for the 
fine original, and a notable portrait of the great composer 
stands as frontispiece. 8vo. cioth,$ 3 .oo. 

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FAMOUS VIOLINISTS 
AND FINE VIOLINS 

BY T. L. PHIPSON 


A subject which is of 
universal interest, yet 
almost neglected by 
writers, is the violin. 
Among musicians 
none have won public adoration equal to the great masters 
of this instrument, and every scrap of gossip concerning 
them is eagerly read in periodicals and papers. It is sur- 
prising, therefore, that some one has not long ago at- 
tempted what has now been done so charmingly by Dr. 
T. L. Phipson. He has brought into the scope of a single 
shapely volume a cluster of historical notes, anecdotes, 
and reminiscences about Famous Violinists and Fine Vio- 
lins which will stimulate the appetite of every music- 
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Italian School, The Leader of the Royal Violins, Cherubini 
as a Violinist, The Secret of Paganini, The Violin Days of 
Balfe, De Beriot, A Souvenir of Sivori, The Two Josephs 
of Cremona, The Stradivarius — a Dialogue, Olaus Bull and 
Norwegian Poetry, Secrets of the “ Cremona Violin" 
Trade, The Soul of the Violin, and Personal Recollections 
of Henry Vieuxtemps. This, it will be seen, covers both 
technical and biographical ground, and Dr. Phipson’s fame 
and experience bear witness to a delightful book. 

i2mo. Cloth, gilt top, $1.75. 


THE OPERA I The tendency to music, 

RV D A ctdcatcpi, ,a r a so evident in the prin- 
BY R. A. STREATFEILD, B.A. , , 

’ cipal cities, and even 

in provincial communi- 
ties, has done a great service in bringing forth adequate 
books on musical subjects. The best exposition of The 


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Opera thus far offered is in this handsome volume called 
by that name, from the pen of R. A. Streatfeild, B.A. It 
is a sketch of the development of opera from the earlier 
times, with a full description of every work in the modern 
repertory. The book can be mastered in a speedy and 
agreeable manner, enabling the reader to be au fait with 
a subject which is so often the theme of contemporary 
conversation. There is an able introduction by J. A. 
Fuller-Maitland, which gives further weight to the volume 
and bears witness to the high quality of its authorship. 

8vo. Cloth, $2.00. 

Shakespeare for the 
hip-pocket is a con- 
sideration known 
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cler. When you rest by the roadside and dally with a 
book, what is better than to look into the immortal eyes 
of him who loved “ the footpath way”? This you may 
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Christmas, a* set of Mr. William Shakespeare’s Comedies , 
Histories , Tragedies, and Poems in the snug form here 
presented. The box in which the twelve volumes rest — 
as on a library shelf — is convenient and substantial, and 
the volumes themselves are as exact and beautiful in 
typography as they are handy and dainty in form. 

i6mo. Cloth, in cloth case, $9.00; full morocco, limp mo- 
rocco case, $12.50 ; half morocco, $20.00 ; half levant, $25.00. 


SHAKESPEARE’S 
DRAMAS AND POEMS 

TWELVE VOLUMES IN A CASE 


DICTIONARY OF 
PHRASE AND FABLE 

BY E. COBHAM BREWER 


NEW EDITION 


The standard Diction- 
ary of Phrase and 
Fable is that by E. 
Cobham Brewer. It 
gives the derivation, 
source, or origin of 
common phrases, allusions, and words that have a tale to 
tell, and it is thus an indispensable book for every library, 
no matter how modest. That a new edition has appeared 
with the approach of the holiday season will be welcome 


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news to those who want to give useful and enduring 
gifts. This last and perhaps final edition has had the 
benefit of the revision of a quarter of a century, and it 
thus exposes many errors in philology and produces many 
new facts. Three hundred and fifty pages have been 
added, and an excellent portrait of the venerable author 
serves as a frontispiece to the substantial volume. 

Crown 8vo. Half morocco, $3.50. 

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NEW WHEELS 
IN OLD RUTS 


BY HENRY PARR 
ILLUSTRATED 


It was a happy thought of Mr. 
Henry Parr and his jocund 
friends to tread in the footsteps 
of Chaucer’s Canterbury Pil- 
grims and to recite for us the 
adventures which befell new 
wayfarers in the old towns. Many of the ancient land- 
marks still point out the original path from the Tabard 
Inn to the Cathedral of a’Becket, and these are divertingly 
brought into juxtaposition with latter-day habits and 
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book is as lively in its generation as was that earlier one, 
its prototype, which has beguiled three centuries of readers. 

Illustrated. i2mo. Cloth, $1.50. 


LONDON Those who have been to the 

STREET NAMES w ° rld ' s f r « at Tuu°uu° n ’ 

will want Mr. F. H. Habben s 
BY F. H. HABBEN, B.A. book, London Street Names , 

to recall to them historic sites 

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titles, and to bring back the ineffable flavor of the modern 
Babel. Those who have never travelled thither may have 
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infinite fireside travels for anybody who secures it by gift 
or purchase. The value of the volume is enhanced by its 
thoroughness and its utility as a book of reference. 

i2mo. Cloth, $ 2.00 . 


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HALF=HOURS OF 
TRAVEL AT HOME 
AND ABROAD 

SELECTED AND ARRANGED 
BY CHARLES MORRIS 

FOUR VOLUMES, ILLUSTRATED 


Readers are too busy in 
this hustling day to make 
a choice of books for 
themselves. All profes- 
sions are subdivided into 
specialties : so is that of 
study. Scarcity of time 
has produced the special- 
ist in reading, who gropes up and down the thick-grown 
paths of the library and picks out for us with unerring 
taste just what he knows we desire and like. Nobody in 
the field of such research has exhibited a surer taste or a 
happier invention than has Mr. Charles Morris, whose last 
work is an apt continuation of his Half-Hour Series , so 
well known to throngs of book-lovers. 

The first volume deals with American travel, and takes 
in the records of pilgrimages from the middle of the eigh- 
teenth century to the present time, covering in its scope 
all of North and South America. Such names are in- 
cluded in its contents as Jonathan Carver, who tells of the 
Fort William Henry Massacre, Harriet Martineau, Irving, 
Kane, Fremont, Helen Hunt Jackson, Froude, Kingsley, 
Humboldt, and Darwin, with many others attached to 
narratives of unvarying interest. 

The second volume covers Europe in the same engaging 
manner, and gives ample extracts from Elihu Burritt, 
Hawthorne, Willis, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Dickens, Don- 
ald G. Mitchell, Bayard Taylor, De Amicis, Matthew 
Woods, and forty-three other authors of note. 

The third volume describes Asia in a similar way, and 
offers ten-page articles or more from Burton, Layard, 
Leonowens, Sir John Bowring, Marco Polo, Fred Burnaby, 
and Commodore Melville, with a double score from other 
graphic pens. 

The fourth volume is naturally devoted to Africa and 
Australasia. It presents a contents as varied as the pre- 
vious volumes, giving bits of adventure and discovery 
from great travellers like Mungo Park, Schweinfurth, Sir 
Samuel M. Baker, Stanley, Du Chaillu, Sir Richard Burton, 
Von Wissmann, Livingstone, Froude, Lady Brassey, 
Gordon-Cumming, and a whole group of other authors 


HALF-HOURS OF TRAVEL. 






FROM “ THE COMIC HISTORY OF ENGLAND. 


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who have wandered in the Orient and left picturesque 
records. 

It will be seen that the comprehensive plan of this 
work is unusual, and when it is realized that many of the 
passages introduced are from copyrighted books difficult 
to secure and often costly, it becomes plain that the re- 
cipient of such a gift at Christmas, or the thrifty buyer, 
will possess a treasure growing in value with time. 

Four volumes. Illustrated. Crown 8vo. Cloth, gilt 
top, $6.00; half calf, $10.00 ; three-quarters calf, $13.00. 

¥ 

Travel cultivates a sense 
of humor in all save the 
hopelessly dull. Hence it 
is not a far cry from the 
Half-Hours of Travel to 
Bill Nye’s History of Eng- 
land. “ Alas, poor Yorick !” He has doffed the cap and 
bells he wore so merrily, and his laughter is hushed for- 
ever. But Nye will live on in his side-splitting books, the 
last posthumous one of which is now presented to the 
throngs of friends who lament his death. The Comic His- 
tory of England follows naturally The Comic History of 
the United States , and it possesses all the wild fun and 
searching sarcasm which characterized the earlier essay in 
this unique style of history. Nye had a fluent, contagious 
humor, but he also had a sound moral sense, and those 
who can keep back the laugh long enough to perceive the 
motive will recognize that his shafts are pointed with 
deadly aim at shams of all sorts. The melodramatic style 
of everyday journalism is one of his favorite butts, and 
his mimicry of it is delicious : “The church fell upon the 
King with a loud annual report, and when the debris was 
cleared away a little round-shouldered grave in the church- 
yard held all that was mortal of the King.” This is but 
an atom from a book full of funny epigrams and droll 
conceits which carry the reader through English history 
from the Druids to Henry VIII. The illustrations by W. M. 
Goodes and Anna M. Richards are to the text as laughter 

iS tO a gOOd joke. Illustrated. Crown 8 vo. Cloth, $1.25. 


A COMIC HISTORY 
OF ENGLAND 

BY BILL NYE 

ILLUSTRATED 


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TWO HEALTH SEEKERS The world of 

IN SOUTHERN !' ea ? ers has bee : n 

CALIFORNIA f“ Srke Hai^ 

BY william A. EDWARDS, M.D., raden’s next 

AND BEATRICE HARRADEN book, and now, 

in company with 

a fellow-lover of Southern California, she puts forth at a 
timely moment Two Health Seekers in Southern California. 
Miss Harraden’s share of the charming volume, companion 
for travellers and invalids, consists of chapters on the 
wealth of flowers, the glow of the sun, tent-life, and all 
the varied charms of existence in the Pacific Paradise. 
Dr. Edwards deals with the scientific side of the subject, 
and gives all that the most exacting reader or wayfarer 
could demand. He is a specialist who knows thoroughly 
and writes clearly of California of the South. 

i2mo. Cloth, ornamental, gilt top, uncut, $1.00. 


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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR 

BY JOHN KEBLE 


ILLUSTRATED 


“ Thoughts in verse 
for the Sundays and 
holidays throughout 
the year/' This is 
the descriptive title 
of The Christian Year, by John Keble, and nothing better 
befits these pages devoted to Christmas books than to 
quote in them some of Keble's Christmas lines : 


What sudden blaze of song 

Spreads o’er the expanse of Heaven ? 

In waves of light it thrills along, 

The angelic signal given — 
u Glory to God !” from yonder central fire 
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir. 


Wrapped in His swaddling bands 
And in His manger laid, 

The Hope and Glory of all lands 
Is come the world to aid : 

No peaceful home upon His cradle smiled, 

Guests rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child. 

This book is bound in keeping with its churchly contents, 
and the type in which it is printed takes on a singularly 

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ecclesiastical look, with rubric capitals and clear lines. 
There are an ample introduction and notes by Walter 
Lock, M.A., and five appropriate designs by R. Anning 
Bell, whose name gives guarantee of their worth. 

i6mo. Buckram, $i 50 ; limp morocco, $4.00. 

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BY ROBERT LOVEMAN 


POEMS The Poems of Mr. Robert 

Loveman are a distinctly na- 
tive utterance by a singer 
who loves his own homely 
land better than a mythic Greece or a paternal England. 
He puts into his songs the unaffected message of his heart. 
Venice with its palaces, the Rialto, and St. Mark’s, what 
are they if one is homesick ? 


In Venice, on the Rialto, 

Homesick and lone, I weep with woe ; 
Homesick and lone, what is to me 
This marble city by the sea? 

One vision all my bosom fills — 

O village in the Georgia hills. 

For thee my heart is bended low, 

In Venice, on the Rialto ! 


Such is the burden of the book ; but there are many 
phases of Mr. Loveman’s talent, and he has a clear-cut 
faculty of setting a poetic crystal in a few simple words : 

Yon star that glitters in the East 
Shone o’er Belshazzar’s fated feast, 

Or lighted up the evening sky 
For Esther and for Mordecai. 


The little volume is an exquisite product of the printer’s 
art, and forms an appropriate casket for the artistic and 

delicate contents. i2mo. Cloth, ornamental, deckle edges, $1.00. 


AN AUTUMN SINGER Admirers of Dr. Geo. 

BY GEO. M. GOULD, M.D. ^ G ° U ' d ’ S b °f 

’ Meaning and the 

Method of Life will 

be interested to follow him in this new field of work. 

All of the poems more or less directly grow out of his 

philosophy, here expressed by the methods and imagery 


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of poetic feeling. The versatility of the author, and the 
wide range of subjects treated, are striking elements of 
the book. Some of the sonnets and serious poems boldly 
march into the most unexplored parts of the Dark Conti- 
nents of religion and philosophy, while the lightest and 
daintiest aspects of common life are touched in the songs, 
vers de societe, and poems of sentiment and childhood. 
The verses concerning babyhood and motherhood will 
appeal to every heart. Even the airiest stanzas show a 
clear basis of ethics and conviction, the strongest uttering 
truths of profound moral import. It should not be 
thought, however, that the serious phases of life alone 
attract the author's attention, for a number of the poems 
sparkle with bright humor and joyfulness, while even 
death is robbed of pain and gladdened by the rays of a 

setting sun. lamo. Cloth, deckle edges, $1.25. 

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SONGS OF THE SOUTH That which will do 

SELECTED BY m °, re t0 ^ th f C 

JENNIE THORNLEY CLARKE Y' de sect j ons of 

the country to- 

INTRODUCTION BY gether than even 

JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS political unity is 

intellectual sympa- 
thy. The book last mentioned exhibits the ground on 
which this may be achieved, no less than Songs of the 
South. Miss Jennie Thornley Clarke has brought to her 
anthology of poetry by Southern writers a fine enthusi- 
asm, mingled with keen intelligence, which has resulted 
in a work of taste, value, and utility. Joel Chandler 
Harris, who presents the editor in a laudatory introduc- 
tion, gives her much discriminating praise for her gifts 
and patriotism. She has, indeed, garnered nearly every- 
thing known as emanating from Southern poets, and much 
excellent verse besides. Poe, Hayne, Lanier, Timrod, Key, 
and Simms are all here at their best, with a rich company 
of lesser known but no less appealing poets touched with 
the Southern fire. A careful biographical index completes 
a volume which will be valued alike in the North and the 
South. 


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PILGRIM’S PROGRESS 

INTRODUCTION BY 
CHARLES KINGSLEY 


To have this com- 
ment of Charles 
Kingsley upon Pil- 
grims Progress is to 
read in the glow of 
a great illumination. The last edition of Bunyan’s allegory 
is embellished with every art known to the printer. This 
combination of elegance and authority with the text of 
one of the world’s enduring classics forms a holiday 
present which any lover of Christmas, with all its spiritual 
significance, must truly value. ^mo. cioth, g iit top, #1.75. 


MAYFLOWER Another book bringing close to 
ESSAYS us co ^ onl ^ ancestors of whom 

we are now so proud is Mayflower 
BY CUTHBERT Essays, by G. Cuthbert Blaxland, 

BLAXLAND, M.A. M.A., sometime scholar of Pem- 
broke College, Oxford, and do- 
mestic Chaplain to the late Bishop of London. This is a 
worthy and successful attempt to make better known the 
so-called Bradford MSS., in which has long reposed the 
narrative of Governor Bradford concerning the “ Plimouth 
Plantation,” settled by our forebears who came out in the 
Mayflower. cioth,$i.oo. 


Major R. S. S. Baden-Powell 
was the commander of the 
native levy of the recent 
Ashanti expedition, and as a 
practised author of books of 
adventure he tells the story 
of The Downfall of Prempeh, 
in which he was a conspicuous actor, with directness and 
force. The landing at Cape Coast Castle, the impressment 
of native carriers, the march through the thick and mias- 
matic jungle, the daily events of camp-life, the final entry 
into Kumassi, and the capture of the barbaric king and 
the cruel queen mother, — all this is set forth with telling 
brevity and realism. An added chapter on the political 


THE DOWNFALL 
OF PREMPEH 

BY MAJOR R. S. S. 
BADEN=POWELL 

ILLUSTRATED 


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and commercial position of Ashanti is from the eminent 
pen of Sir George Baden-Powell, K.C.M.G., M.P. 

Illustrated. Crown 8vo. Cloth, $3.50. 


HISTORICAL TALES 


GREECE, ROME 
BY CHARLES MORRIS 

TWO VOLUMES, ILLUSTRATED 


“The romance of real- 
ity” well describes the 
matter which makes up 
the two new volumes 
of Historical Tales by 
Charles Morris. As for 
previous Christmas seasons, he has brought within the 
scope of general comprehension two whole national cycles 
of history. They are made clear, not by prosaic statement 
and vain speculation, but by careful selection of typical 
episodes, showing the romantic elements in the national 
life. The two volumes now published are devoted re- 
spectively to Greece and Rome, and include a careful con- 
densation of each of the notable stories in these histories. 
For instance, in Greece there are How Troy was Taken, 
The Voyage of the Argonauts, The Seven against Thebes, 
and a score more, each as momentous and as romantic. 
In Rome are given How Rome was Founded, The Sabine 
Virgins, The Books of the Sibyl, and twenty or thirty 
other events, each touched with the poetry of actual life. 
Even to those whose knowledge of the classic tales is an 
old story, these books will make a lively appeal by sur- 
rounding with fresh interest subjects once learned as a 

task. Two volumes. Illustrated. 121110. Cloth, per volume, $1.25. 


A WHIST CATECHISM The whist player is 

COMPILED BY M. D’l. L. ^ , t0 3 

mental catechism. 

second edition This book, in its 

catechetical form, 
contains the principal rules of the game, the leads, and 
the play of second, third, and fourth in hand. It has 
been the author's aim to pursue a conservative course, 
and to make all questions and answers as concise and 
intelligible as possible, so that the work, as a text-book, 
shall be clear and reliable. i6mo. cioth, 75 cents. 


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HOLIDAY NOVELS 


THE MURDER 
OF DEUCIA 

BY MARIE CORELLI 


Marie Corelli’s name has come 
to be a talisman for all dis- 
crim in at ing novel-readers. 
Everything that flows from her 
fertile pen commands a deep at- 
tention and yields a rich return. Her last book, as her 
first, has elements of dramatic power not visible in any 
other contemporary author, and she possesses a versatility 
which makes each story a distinct work, giving pleasure 
and kindling views by devices wholly new. The Murder 
of Delicia is the last novel of Marie Corelli, and it is one 
of her very best, even taking into account Barabhas and 
The Sorrows of Satan . It tells the story of Delicia’s love 
for a Life-Guardsman who became a lord. He had not a 
cent, and she had a fortune, earned by brilliant work as a 
novelist. They were happy enough till she found him 
out, because her love made a halo about him which con- 
cealed his infidelity to her. Then came the revelation, 
and then the murder — but not by a tragic crisis ; it was 
a slow torture. The Murder of Delicia is the novel of 
the year. It holds the reader by a fascination born of 
great gifts and a passionate purpose, and it will make 
many a woman thrill with indignation for the wrongs of 

her sex. i2mo. Buckram, $1.25. 


UNDER TWO FLAGS 

BY OUIDA 

ILLUSTRATED BY G. MONTBARD 
TWO VOLUMES 


When a novel has 
passed into the clas- 
sic stage the artist 
goes lovingly to 
work to enrich it 
further with his 
trained conceptions and skilled pencil. The result is a 
harmony of text and picture nearly perfect ; and thus the 

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two are thereafter always associated in the mind of the 
reader to the enhancement of each other. This is what 
has now taken place in respect to Ouida's masterpiece, 
Under Two Flags. The sympathetic French draughtsman, 
G. Montbard, has brought to its illustration all his trained 
insight, and has made of it a thing of lasting beauty. 
There are eight full-page pictures by this well-known 
artist, and they have been carefully reproduced in a style 
suitable for a book in every way a sumptuous Christmas 

Volume. Two volumes. Cloth, $3.00; half morocco, $6.00. 


OF 


THE MISTRESS 
BRAE FARM 

BY ROSA NOUCHETTE CAREY 


Sweet with the odors 
of mid-England, and 
as quiet in its charm 
as a Devon brook, is 
The Mistress of Brae 
Farm, by Rosa Nouchette Carey. It tells the story of two 
no longer youthful lovers who live in green nooks of a 
sylvan neighborhood, and who take a long while to reach 
the knowledge that they are in love. The witchery of 
the idle, happy, high-bred family life among England's 
gentry suffuses the pages, and the kindly acts of the mis- 
tress toward a remote relation in distress form episodes 
which give the book a solid but unobstructed purpose, 
and help to weave a plot which, without excitement, is as 
enticing as a pastoral drama on the stage. i2mo. Cloth, $1.25. 


¥ 


JOHN LITTLEJOHN, The formation of clubs 

Qp j throughout the country 

devoted to the perpetua- 
BY GEORGE MORGAN tion of our ancestral his- 

tory, to gathering relics 

and restoring sacred spots, shows the current of taste 
among us. We have begun to glory in our freedom and 
to love those who secured it to us. To be an American 
is better than to be a prince. Hence it is that fiction 
begins to find its best material in the dramatic events of 
the Colonies or the Revolution ; and among all such books 

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thus far put forth there is nothing to compare, in truth 
of atmosphere, grasp of character, and knowledge of the 
times, with John Littlejohn, of J., by Mr. George Morgan. 
This is a romance dealing with the Valley Forge encamp- 
ment, and it introduces as well many local scenes near-by. 
The people who move through these are General Wash- 
ington, Colonel Hamilton, General Knox, and a score of 
Washington’s official family, together with many others 
who are fictitious, but unmistakable as types. The love 
of John Littlejohn, alleged traitor, but true man, for Mary 
Truax, of Sweetbriar-on-the-Schuylkill, is the thread upon 
which all else is hung ; and the succession of headlong 
episodes, each a miniature drama in itself, leading up to 
the joyous close, forms a book that must have a lasting 
place among historical romances. Those who fail to 
receive John Littlejohn as a gift should buy it forthwith. 


i2mo. Cloth extra, deckle edges, $1.25. 


JANE 


When Marie Corelli lowers her 
lance and tilts at social vice she 
rarely leaves the field till the 
enemy is shorn of false colors 
and laid shamelessly bare before 
the reader. In her very latest 


BY MARIE CORELLI 

LOTOS LIBRARY 
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tale, short and sweet as it is, she punctures the armor 
of the “ swagger set” in London, and even charges upon 
dissipated Royalty itself. The quiet lady whose name 
gives a title to the book is the daughter of a country 
rector at Ashleigh-in-the-Dell. She is alone in the world, 
with nothing save her charming little house, Restful Har- 
bour, when the news reaches her that she has inherited 
twenty thousand pounds a year. With this she goes into 
society under the wing of the Honorable Mrs. Madden- 
ham, who spends her income recklessly. One night, 
when even “ Royalty” has graced her soiree, Miss Jane 
Belmont asserts her rights in her own house, and the 
denouement ends the delightful story, which adds a new 
field to Marie Corelli’s conquests in fiction. The pretty 
volume is in the familiar buff and ‘green of The Lotos 


Library. 


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A TRIUMPH OF DESTINY 

BY JULIA HELEN TWELLS, JR. 


Philadelphia has 
served many 
distinguished 


pens as a field 

for fiction, and now we have an essay on this ground 
from a native authoress who is new to the guild of 
writers, but destined to be heard from with increasing 
applause. The story is called A Triumph of Destiny, and 
the writer is Miss Julia Helen Twells, Jr., an accomplished 
daughter of a patrician house, whose literary gifts are 
pronounced, and whose knowledge of society in the 
Quaker City is intimate. Many characters are put for- 
ward in the vivid story which may possess prototypes in 
real life, and if so the fidelity of the pictures will startle 
the habitues of local drawing-rooms. The end of the tale 
is the solution of a curious social problem ; but it is a way 
out which few would have the hardihood to choose. 


i2mo. Cloth, deckle edges, $1.25. 


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The tragic episode of John 
Brown's raid in Kansas has 
never before been employed 
for the purposes of fiction, 
to which it eminently lends 
itself. With the revival of interest in all things native, an 
accomplished novelist like Mr. Arthur Paterson, author of 
The Daughter of the Ne% Perces, has naturally found mate- 
rial to his hand in the thrilling times of '56 on the Missouri 
border. He introduces the rugged old leader of the anti- 
slavery party and his stalwart sons, with the throngs of 
ruffians who menaced them, and closes his clear-cut narra- 
tive with the scene at Harper’s Ferry which ended John 
Brown’s career. Through the dramatic narrative runs a 
love-tale like a simple brook through the green hills, and 
this ends as it should, in happiness to the faithful pair. 
The tale is quite free from sectional sentiment, and em- 
bodies only the stirring facts shorn of their political signifi- 
cance. A stronger novel has rarely been put forth on an 
American subject. i2mo. Cloth, $1.25. 


FOR FREEDOM S 
5AKE 

BY ARTHUR PATERSON 


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CAPTAIN GORE’S 
COURTSHIP 

BY T. JENKINS HAINS 
LOTOS LIBRARY, ILLUSTRATED 


For a breath of the open sea 
and the companionship of 
brave men and fair women, 
the most sated reader may 
be commended to Captain 
Gore s Courtship , by T. Jen- 
kins Hains. It is as fresh 3s the waves, and speeds on 
through its adventurous plot as the good clipper Cone- 
maugh, in which Captain Gore was mate, speeds round 
the briny world. Captain Gore was in love with the 
skipper’s niece, who was on board, but his opportunities 
for winning her were limited, until it became necessary to 
rescue her from the mutineers ; then he showed his auda- 
cious bravery and his honest devotion, which in the end 
are always successful with the sex that admires both. 
The exquisite little volume in which Captain Gores Court- 
ship appears is the latest issue of the Lotos Library , whose 
buff and green covers are sponsors for standard fiction. 

Illustrated, i6mo. Buckram, 75 cents. 


A GOLDEN AUTUMN 

BY MRS. ALEXANDER 


There is always a 
power in knowing 
how. Mrs. Alexander 
knows thoroughly 
how to weave a good story through the convolutions of a 
capital plot. This has been proved again and again ; and 
now, in her very last tale, A Golden Autumn , she gives 
us a rich garner of all her deft talents. 

Perhaps the name indicates well enough what the story 
treats of. After the Spring of love and a Summer of gusts 
comes the benign season of peace. So it was with the 
married career of Derek Rivers, distinguished and of a 
noble line, and his wife Celia, the daughter of a bourgeois 
family of rich bankers. Rivers had wedded her partly in 
love, partly for fortune, and he thought her a bit of a doll 
and rather despised her relations ; but she showed more 
nobility than the nobleman when the test of her spirit 
came and he wanted her to invite to their house a gam- 
bling lady of high degree. They parted, and the tale is 
the narrative of the events which again brought them 
together. i2rno - cioth, $1.25. 

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IN THE WAKE OF 
KING JAMES 

BY STANDISH O’GRADY 


The spirit of Robert Louis 
Stevenson hovers over the 
pages of In the Wake of 
King James. It is a grim, 
dramatic romance of a 
barren coast, whose one dark castle holds all the doughty 
characters. With a fine rush of narrative, and the entice- 
ment of mystery, it plunges on to its conclusion, leaving 
the reader no opportunity, even if he had inclination, to 
throw it down. Standish O'Grady, who has made a dis- 
tinct place for himself in the fiction of our day, knows 
well the secret of his tale-telling trade, and any one who 
encounters this fine story for some wintry night by the 
fire will thank the author for an inspiring treat. 

i2mo. Buckram, $1.25. 


A LAWYER’S WIFE 

BY SIR WILLIAM NEVILL 
M. GEARY, BART. 


The subtle shades of 
social contact among the 
classes in English life 
are thoroughly well de- 
picted in this novel by 
the practised hand of Sir William Nevill M. Geary, Bart. 
It is a tale of unfaithful love and guilty friendship, and the 
problem it presents to readers of thoughtful cast is one of 
deep moment in our modern progress out of conventions. 
The beautiful suburbs of London are made the ground for 
some of the chief happenings of the tale, and the pictures 
of contemporary doings among the fast sets in the modern 
Babel are well and broadly painted. The novel ends with 
a tragedy, which clears up the mystery around which its 

plot is woven. i2mo. Cloth, deckle edges, $1.25. 


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CHRISTMAS BOOKS 
FOR BOYS AND GIRLS 

T 

To know how iron and steel, 
and porcelain, and wool and 
cotton, and gold and dia- 
monds come to be market- 
able products is a thing 
which most people desire 
but very few achieve. The 
sources of information are scarce, and to most of us oppor- 
tunity is lacking. Hence we go through life using the 
products of these staples without even questioning whence 
they came, and failing to realize that to the discovery and 
making of each one have gone endurance, experience, and 
knowledge almost beyond comprehension. It has occurred 
to Mr. Robert Cochrane to gather into a single compact 
volume the brief statements made by experts upon these 
and other commodities and inventions. He gives admira- 
bly clear chapters on Iron and Steel, Pottery and Porcelain, 
The Sewing-Machine, Wool and Cotton, Gold and Dia- 
monds, Big Guns, Small Arms and Ammunition, The 
Bicycle, Steamers and Sailing-Ships, The Post-Office, Tele- 
graph, Telephone, and Phonograph. Once these subjects 
are mastered by a growing boy or girl, as this book will 
enable them to do, they are theirs for life, and will be a 
constant resource, valuable to themselves and engaging 

to others. i2mo. Cloth, $1.25. 

¥ 


THE ROMANCE 
OF INDUSTRY 
AND INVENTION 

BY ROBERT COCHRANE 


THE ORACLE OF BAAL 

BY J. PROVAND WEBSTER 


ILLUSTRATED 


Pirate gold is the 
pivot upon which 
turns the burning 
tale called The 
Oracle of Baal. It 
carries us into an unknown land of Africa, called Affri, 
where the native peoples are enslaved to the Wayanjara, 

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a superior race who worship the god Baal. The narrative 
is written with grace and force, and, while wholly fanciful, 
carries conviction. The adventures encountered by Pro- 
fessor Horatio Carmichael, M.A., and his friend Dick 
Graham, are prodigious, but all is told with so great a 
show of reality and is so vividly and splendidly put by 
the author, J. Provand Webster, that the reader’s scepti- 
cism passes into delight, which never flags till the end is 
reached. There are many full-page illustrations, and the 
volume is handsomely bound and printed to fit it for the 
holiday buyer. »mo, cioth,$i. 5 o. 

¥ 


THE 

THE 


MYSTERY 

ISLAND 


BY HENRY KINGSLEY 
ILLUSTRATED 


OF The author of Ravenshoe 
knew how to tell a tale ; 
and in The Mystery of the 
Island he was at his very 
best. It is a wild and 
entrancing story of ad- 
venture by land and sea, yet there are tranquil passages of 
love in its course where the boyish reader may pause and 
learn a wholesome lesson of domestic happiness. This 
edition is illustrated by Warne Brown, and it will make an 
undeniable appeal to every school-boy or -girl who wants 
refreshment after fatiguing lessons. 

Illustrated. i2mo. Cloth, $1.25. 


TWO LITTLE 
WOODEN SHOES 

BY OUIDA 

ILLUSTRATED BY 
EDMUND H, GARRETT 


In a way adapted to its differ- 
ence in appeal and style, Mr. 
Edmund H. Garrett has done 
for Two Little Wooden Shoes 
what Montbard did for Under 
Two Flags. He has faithfully 
understood and appreciated 
the text, and thus, with his 
admirable skill in black-and-white pen-drawing, has intro- 
duced a wealth of full-page illustrations which will please 
every old reader of this matchless book by Ouida, and 
attract to it many new ones. It will be difficult through- 
out the whole cycle of holiday books for young people to 
find a more lastingly diverting one than this. 

Illustrated. Small 4to. $1.50. 


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THE BLACK TOR 

BY GEORGE MANVILLE 
FENN 

ILLUSTRATED 


Boys like a tale in which 
they can take sides against 
the wrong. This is a fact 
which Mr. George Manville 
Fenn has kept well in mind 
in writing The Black Tor. 
There is a young son of Sir Morton Darley, at the border 
of whose estate lies the black tower of the tale, who 
hates, with all his kin, the neighboring family of Sir 
Edward Eden. Sir Edward also has a son, who in turn 
despises Ralph Darley and his folk. These youths come 
into conflict, but are led to turn against a common foe, 
and the tale concerns itself with the development of amity 
out of hatred and the final intermarriage of the families. 
Eight full-page pictures by W. S. Stacey give a foretaste 
of the border warfare picturesquely described in the text. 

Crown 8vo. Cloth, $1.50. 


PRINCE LITTLE BOY 

AND OTHER TALES 
OUT OF FAIRYLAND 

BY S. WEIR MITCHELL, M.D. 

ILLUSTRATED 


So sweet and pure 
are these fairy tales 
from the pen “that 
utters nothing base/' 
so much in the spirit 
which animates Dr. 

S. Weir Mitchell’s 
grown-up books, yet so simple and tender and beguiling, 
that to do without them at the Christmas season would 
be a positive unkindness to a boy or girl who likes to curl 
up by the chimney-side for a long spell of eager reading. 
The contents include such tales as Prince Little Boy and 
Mrs. Grabem and Fufbu^, already loved by a host of 
nursery critics, together with the later tales, Wags; 
Prince Lazy Boots and the Peck of Troubles ; The Curly 
Fish ; The Wolf that wanted a Doctor ; Old Wine in a 
New Bottle ; Real Magic ; and the Tale of the Great Giant 
Smoky Pokey. The volume is a beautiful thing in itself, 
with attractive covers and delightful pictures, and nobody 
can go astray who selects or recommends it for a holiday 

gift. Illustrated. Quarto. Cloth extra, $1.50. 


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CAPTAIN CHAP 

BY FRANK R. STOCKTON 


ILLUSTRATED 


The name of Frank R. 
Stockton stands for all that 
is best in humorous narra- 
tive which is neither bur- 
lesque nor vulgar. He is 
a unique figure in modern letters, and he cannot be too 
greatly valued by his generation. When he puts his pen 
at the service of the juniors he is simply enchanting. He 
knows just what a healthy boy likes, and he evidently 
likes it himself; thus he is at once a comrade and a 
mentor. Captain Chap, or The Rolling Slones , is a tale 
of three bouncing boys who go down the great river on 
a tug to help rescue a stranded steamer. The tug herself 
gets into trouble, and the boys with her crew are rescued 
by a ship bound for Nassau. They are put ashore on the 
coast of Florida, and here is Mr. Stockton’s opportunity. 
He carries those stout youngsters through a series of fas- 
cinating adventures such as even an adult would glow 
over, and he brings them at last to their distressed rela- 
tives, wiser and better and lustier boys. There is such a 
ring of truth in Captain Chap that it is bound to be for 
many a long year a standard of the young folk’s library, 
and lucky is the youth who gets it at Christmas fresh 
from the press. izmo. cioth, $1.50. 


PHILIPPA 

BY MRS. MOLESWORTH 


ILLUSTRATED 


The pen which last year 
gave us Olivia has for the 
present season written as 
sweet and pure a story with 
the name of its young 
heroine, Philippa. Mrs. Molesworth has done so much 
for the entertainment and instruction of growing girls that 
she has taken a foremost place in their hearts, and those 
of them who have passed through the period of story- 
books and become mothers eagerly put into their daugh- 
ters’ hands books which they themselves have loved. The 
last tale by this agreeable authoress deals with a young 
girl’s career who has no money, but a fine ambition to be 
something. She took on the disguise of a lady’s maid to 
her sister, and behaved so discreetly and modestly through 
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trying circumstances that all came out well in the end, — 
even the love-affair with the young man who owned the 
dachshund which loved Philippa. The volume is well 
illustrated with full-page pictures, and will delight every 
wholesome girl who receives it at Christmas. 

Illustrated. i2mo. Cloth, $1.25. 

¥ 


BETTY OF WYE 

BY AMY E. BLANCHARD 


ILLUSTRATED 


“ Betty of Wye realized 
that she was called out into 
the world to learn duty’s 
best and truest meanings.” 
Such is the author’s final 
comment on her little heroine, and in this sentence she 
sums up the theme which she has deftly and delightfully 
hidden in her fiction. The moral is not intrusive, it is 
pervasive; and to a young mind it must come most 
wholesomely thus insinuated in the garb of a girl’s story 
such as only Miss Blanchard among contemporary writers 
can tell. 

And when we assert that even in Two Girls and Girls 
Together Miss Blanchard has not made more captivating 
stories, the elderly giver of Christmas books will know 
what to choose. The illustrations are in all respects 
worthy of the tale. Miss Blanchard’s three books may 
be had in a handsome set called the Blanchard Library for 

GirlS . Illustrated. 121110. Cloth, #1.25. 


¥ 


The universal awakening of 
taste, coupled with the ad- 
vances made by women in the 
varied professions, has had its 
immediate effect upon the art 
schools. These are nowadays 
thronged by talented girls, many of whom find fame and 
ample means in some of the avenues of art. It was there- 
fore a happy device of Laura T. Mead’s to take for her 
latest heroine a girl student of the South Kensington 
Museum, in London. The life of the great school is 
depicted faithfully and alluringly by the accomplished 
author, and she brings to this tale, as to all others from 

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BY LAURA T. MEAD 
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her pen, the trait which has won her so true a place in 
the hearts of young girls, namely, a great sympathy with 
their moods and a deep understanding of their natures. 
This pure and interesting story will serve as a capital 
Christmas remembrance for many a nice girl in her teens. 
The illustrations are eight full-page drawings in entire 
harmony with the text. illustrated, wmo. cioth,$i. 25 

* 

The efforts that are being made by 
the best authors of stories for boys 
and girls to please and instruct 
their youthful patrons with stories 
of an elevating moral tendency are 
in no wise superfluous when it is 
considered with what hydra-headed obstacles in literature 
all lovers of pure reading have to contend. Swept Out to 
Sea is one of those charming narratives for young people 
that, while it is completely vigorous and thrilling in tone, 
will go far towards evoking a general call for more of its 
like, and from an author of David Ker’s sound ability to 
gratify the tastes of young people for tales of adventure 
and full of a stirring incident that must awaken them to a 
healthy emulation. There are hairbreadth escapes and 
startling adventure enough to suit anybody, but they are 
of a nature that will not do the least harm in the reading. 

Illustrated. Crown 8vo. $1.50. 

¥ 


SWEPT OUT 
TO SEA 

BY DAVID KER 
ILLUSTRATED 


THROUGH THICK 
AND THIN 

BY ANDREW HOME 
ILLUSTRATED 


The illustrations are full-] 
the text. 


The romance of being a 
school-boy has full play in 
this delightful volume, and 
the book will send many a 
youngster into a window- 
seat for a whole afternoon, 
ones, and are as seductive as 

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SOME HOLIDAY BOOKS 


POEMS BY JOHANNA AMBROSIUS 

Translated from the Twenty-sixth German Edition by Mary J. Safford. Portrait. 16mo, cloth, $1.50. 

“How she acquired the exquisite literary style she possesses will not be explained this side of the hereafter. . . . Nothing 
so precious has come from the Fatherland since the hymns of Luther and the writings of Goethe .” — Philadelphia Telegraph. 

“ Here is a woman who, by sheer iorce of genius, has risen in a few months from a common laborer of the fields to be 
known as one of Germany’s most popular modern poets. The striking thing in her poems is their lyrical qualiity. Whether 
the thought be sad or hopeful, the singing quality of the verse is ever apparent .”— New York Tribune. 

MOTHER, BABY, AND NURSERY 

By Dr. Genevieve Tucker. Fully illustrated. Small 4to, cloth, $1.50. 

The object of this work is to furnish a practical summary of the infant’s hygiene and physical development. The book 
is not intended in any measure to take the place of a physician. 

THE WORLD BEAUTIFUL 

First and Second Series. By Lilian Whiting, author of “ From Dreamland Sent.” 2 vols., each 
16mo, cloth, $1.00. White and Gold, $1.25. 


LAZY TOURS IN SPAIN AND 
ELSEWHERE 

By Louise Chandler Moulton. 12mo, cloth, 
$1.50. 

OLD COLONY DAYS 

By May Alden Ward, author of “ Dante,” “ Pe- 
trarch,” etc. 16mo, cloth, $1.25. 


PHILIP GILBERT HAMERTON 

An Autobiography (1834-1859) and a Memoir by 
his wife (1859-1894), with a portrait. Demy 8vo, 
cloth, $3.00. 

LITTLE DAUGHTER OF THE SUN 

By Julia P. Dabney. Illustrated by the author. 
16mo, cloth, $1.25. 


CONSTANTINOPLE. 

By Edwin A. Grosvenor, Professor of European History at Amherst College: Formerly Professor of 
History at Robert College , Constantinople. With an Introduction by General Lew. Wallace. With 
two hundred and fifty Illustrations of important places, rulers, and noted people of Ancient Constanti- 
nople. 2 vols., royal 8vo, cloth, gilt top, $10.00; half morocco, $14.00. 

THE PURITAN IN ENGLAND AND NEW ENGLAND 

By Ezra Hoyt Byington, D.D., Member of the American Society of Church History. With an Intro- 
duction by Alexander McKenzie, D.D. 8vo, cloth, 3 illustrations, $2.00. 


THE LOVER’S YEAR-BOOK OF POETRY 

Poems of the Other Life. A collection of poems for every day in the year. By Horace Parker 
Chandler. 2 vols., January-June, July-December. Each 16mo, cloth, $1.25; white and gold, $1.50. 


EMILY DICKINSON’S POEMS. Third Series 

Edited by Mabel Loomis Todd. 16mo, cloth, uni- 
form with First and Second Series, $1.25; white 
and gold, $1.50. 


MODERN FRENCH LITERATURE 

By Benjamin W. Wells, Ph.D., author of “ Mod- 
ern German Literature.” 12mo, cloth, $1.50. 


A CAPE MAY DIAMOND 

By Evelyn Raymond, author of “ The Little Lady of the Horse,” and “ The Mushroom Cave.” Illus- 
trated by Lilian Crawford True. Square 12mo, cloth, $1.50. 


THE BLACK DOG, AND OTHER STORIES 

By A. G. Plympton, author of “ Dear Daughter 
Dorothy,” etc. Illustrated by the author. 16mo, 
cloth, $1.25. 

NAN AT CAMP CHICOPEE 

By Myra Sawyer Hamlin. Illustrated by Jessie 
McDermott. 16mo, cloth, $1.25. 


JERRY THE BLUNDERER 

By Lily Wesselhoeft, author of “Sparrow the 
Tramp,” etc. Illustrated from photographs taken 
from life. 16mo, cloth, $1.25. 

THE WONDERFUL FAIRIES OF THE 
SUN 

By Ernest Vincent Wright. With 30 illustra.- 
tions by Cora M. Norman. Quarto, cloth, $1.25. 


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ALL NEW FEATURES. 

'PHE coming year will be one of extraordinary interest to readers of The Century 
Magazine. There are to be many novel and timely features and several strong serials, 
announcements of which will be made from time to time. The following serials begin in 
the November issue, the first number of the new volume : 

“Campaigning with Grant,” 

BY GEN. HORACE PORTER. 

A remarkable series of papers by the man who was closest to General Grant. Pen pictures of Grant 
as a man and as a soldier, and of campaign life and scenes. Full of anecdote ; richly illustrated. 

A Great Novel of the American Revolution* 


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thoroughly and bake in four jelly-cake tins. Flavor 
with vanilla. 

For filling, beat the whites of 4 eggs thoroughly with 
1 lb. powdered sugar, added gradually, until it is stiff, 
white, and smooth. Stir into this lb. DUNHAM’S 
SHRED COCOANUT. Spread the filling between each 
layer, and over the top. Sprinkle DUNHAM’S SHRED 
COCOANUT thickly over top. 

All Grocers. 10, 20, and 40 cent packages. 


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